Текст песни Napalm Death - Social Sterillity

Time for omittance
From a sterile existance
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypicalperpetuation

Must inebriate my senses
Into a state of delirium
Before I turn to the meatrack
For my penial selection
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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

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