Interpret:

Napalm Death

Album:

From Enslavement To Obliteration

[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