Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, this one's for Joey Kuiper back in Chicago [Stage banter?] Fuck you, man [Intro] This one's called "Social Sterility" [Verse 1] Time for my omittance From a sterile existence Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypical perpetuation [Verse 2] Must inebriate my senses Into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meat-rack For my penal selection [Verse 3] Apathy spreads In unison with social disease A scourge that infests The cattlе markets of youth [Verse 4] Unconscious, just promiscuous Deprived of sеlf-respect In the selling of their bodies All emotions dead [Verse 5] Thoughts absorbed Lost in sense of direction It's time to sit down And reassess my course of action