Delicacies exchanged for rotted food
Romantic love traded for pure lust
The flesh desires what it hungers
And if our desires become a flood
We will then lose everything
Lose all of our dreams and trust
For the lowest common number
There is nothing that stay fresh
Remain in any manner good
When made to be a fetish idol
If idolatry runs about unchecked
No fashion of any satisfaction
Nothing left but love of self
And the immediate gratification
