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.