Lyrics Social Sterility - Napalm Death

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 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.