social sterility lyrics

[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