Social Sterility Lyrics - Napalm Death



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Time for my omittance


From a sterile existance


Where the weekend pays homage


To stereotypical perpetuation





Must inebriate my senses


Into a state of delirium


Before I turn to the meat-rack


For my penial selection





Apathy spreads


In unison with social 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 reassess my course of action





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