Poverty of Flesh Songtext
von 4Arm

A sentence with no reprieve
Masked in deficiency Rate of morbidity
The pay off from industry
Impending fatality Libelous litany

Lies that bind
Betray and prey on mankind

The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society′s malignancy, is poverty
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society's malignancy, is poverty of flesh

Serial atrophy
Controlled through calamity An informal fallacy
Raid and de-civilize
Truth can be synthesized When pain is idealized

Lies that bind, betray and prey on mankind


The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society′s malignancy, is poverty
The perfect storm of treachery, bedlam, and infamy
Break down, society's malignancy, is poverty of flesh

Way of life, degenerates
Accelerate extremity, to profiteer
Faith resigned, exterminate
Absolute autocracy, instrumental apathy

Time grows cold
And must unfold
Sarcopenia
Death extolled

Designed to disintegrate
Temporary remedy to domineer
Coincide, what kills, creates
Merciless contingency terminal idolatry

Time grows cold
And must unfold
Sarcopenia
Death extolled