and only cause it popped up in youtube after i rewatched the above and i had never seen it, www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEK4...

Instead, like two trunkless legs of stone rising from an endless desert, his memory stands half-sunk in time, a shattered visage frowning in eternal decay. Nothing beside remains but the lone and level sands, stretching far away.

and now, how abhorred in my imagination he boasts: “My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Yet now, before me lies his skull—a relic of glory turned to dust. Where are those gibes and gambols that once set the workers a roar?