Napalm Death — Social Sterility

Текст песни: Social Sterility

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