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[misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes]Time for my omittance>From a sterile existanceWhere the weekend pays homageTo stereotypical perpetuationMust inebriate my sensesInto a state of deliriumBefore I turn to the meat-rackFor my penial selectionApathy spreadsIn unison with social diseaseA scourge that infestsThe cattle markets of youthUnconscious, just promiscuousDeprived of self-respectIn the selling of their bodiesAll emotions dead!Thoughts absorbedLost in sense of directionIt's time to sit downAnd reassess my course of action
[misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes]Time for my omittance>From a sterile existanceWhere the weekend pays homageTo stereotypical perpetuationMust inebriate my sensesInto a state of deliriumBefore I turn to the meat-rackFor my penial selectionApathy spreadsIn unison with social diseaseA scourge that infestsThe cattle markets of youthUnconscious, just promiscuousDeprived of self-respectIn the selling of their bodiesAll emotions dead!Thoughts absorbedLost in sense of directionIt's time to sit downAnd reassess my course of action
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