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