Social Sterility

Lyrics

Time for my omittance, from a sterile existence Where the weekend pays homage to stereotypical perpetuation Must inebriate my senses into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meatrack from my penile selection Apathy spreads in unison with sexual disease A scourge that infests the cattle markets of youth Unconscious, just promiscuous Deprived of self-respect In the selling of their bodies All emotions dead Thoughts absorbed Lost in sense of direction It's time to sit down And re-assess my course of action