[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