מילים לשיר Social Sterility – Napalm Death

misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes) Time for my omittance
>From a sterile existance
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypical perpetuation Must inebriate my senses
For my penial selection
Into a state of delirium Before I turn to the meatApathy spreads
In unison with social disease
The cattle markets of youth A scourge that infests
Deprived of selfUnconscious, just promiscuous
In the selling of their bodies All emotions dead!
Lost in sense of direction
Thoughts absorbed
And reassess my course of actionIt's time to sit down.