[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