[Intro]
Yeah, this one's for Joey Kuiper back in Chicago
[Stage banter?]
Fuck you, man
[Intro]
This one's called "Social Sterility"
[Verse 1]
Time for my omittance
From a sterile existence
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypical perpetuation
[Verse 2]
Must inebriate my senses
Into a state of delirium
Before I turn to the meat-rack
For my penal selection
[Verse 3]
Apathy spreads
In unison with social disease
A scourge that infests
The cattlе markets of youth
[Verse 4]
Unconscious, just promiscuous
Deprived of sеlf-respect
In the selling of their bodies
All emotions dead
[Verse 5]
Thoughts absorbed
Lost in sense of direction
It's time to sit down
And reassess my course of action
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