Letra de Social Sterility

Time for omittance From a sterile existance Where the weekend pays homage To stereotypicalperpetuation Must inebriate my senses Into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meatrack 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 re-assess my course of action