Social Sterility — Napalm Death

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 meat rack for my penial 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 reassess my course of action.