Bout myself in some details

I am the hollow man,
I am the man of hollow.
I don't follow men.
I just swallow.

I swallow drugs and pills
These are for thrills;
I swallow alcohol and mills
To remove my chills.

I am the hollow man,
I'm the man of hollow.
I speak to greyness,
To see the face of Janus:
One face shows me death,
Another - anus.

I am the hollow man,
I am the man of hollow,
My wife is silence,
My kids are timeless.
I used to swim, And now -
I wallow.

I don't love, don't fate, don't live,
I don't take, don't leave, don't give.
I just exist, exist, exist.
This is my gist.
My gist, my gist, my gist.

I hate, I hate, I hate,
I'm always late.
Close the gate,
I come to eight.

I was young and I was old,
I was bought and I was sold,
I was crazy, I was bold,
I was full. And I was wold.

I stay in tower of broken hopes,
I keep the flower of bloody mopes.
In my tower - I'm alone,
I'm feeling coldness of the stone.

I am the hollow man,
I am the man of hollow.
I lean to void, lean to void.
Everything is now destroyed.
 
I am the hollow man,
I am the man of hollow.
Don't follow me, kids. Don't follow.

I swallow a handful of joy...
Alas!
This joy is slow,
I feel pain in my arse,
I roar! I roar!

We'll go to the end, my friends
Together!
We are all quite and meaningless,
Like milky white glass, like rats
In empty cellar.

I ruined your shabby fragile world,
Your boredom, your whoredom - your Kingdom!
This is the way the worlds ends - 
Not with a grin, but a simper.