Napalm Death - Social Sterility Lyrics


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