Lyrics Napalm Death – Social Sterility
Text:
misprinted a «Social Security» (!) on the liner notes
Time for my omittance
From a sterile existance
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 social 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
Album
Napalm Death – Napalm Death - From Enslavement To Obliteration
Napalm Death – Display To Me
Napalm Death – Evolved As One
Napalm Death – It’s a M.A.N.S. World
Napalm Death – Lucid Fairytale
Napalm Death – Impressions
Napalm Death – Unchallenged Hate
Napalm Death – Uncertainty Blurs The Vision
Napalm Death – Cock–Rock Alienation
Napalm Death – Retreat To Nowhere
Napalm Death – Think For A Minute
Napalm Death – Make Way!
Napalm Death – From Enslavement To Obliteration
Napalm Death – Blind To The Truth
Napalm Death – Social Sterility
Napalm Death – Emotional Suffocation
Napalm Death – Practise What You Preach
Napalm Death – Inconceivable?
Napalm Death – Obstinate Direction
Napalm Death – Mentally Murdered
Napalm Death – Sometimes