Social Sterility
Napalm Death䐀 Lyrics
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Time for my omittance
From a sterile existence
Where the weekend pays homage
To stereotypical perpetuation
Must inebriate my senses
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
The lyrics to Napalm Death’s song “Social Sterility” comments on the societal conformity that plagues individuality and breeds apathy. The first lines, “Time for my omittance / From a sterile existence,” convey a need to break free from a life where the weekends are the only escape from the monotony of daily life. Instead, the singer chooses to numb their senses with alcohol and drugs before succumbing to the expectations of society and becoming just another commodity in the meat-rack of sexual selection.
The lyrics go on to criticize the prevalence of promiscuity and lack of self-respect among the youth caught up in the cattle market of sexual exchange. The line “All emotions dead!” speaks to the idea that the dehumanization of individuals has led to an indifference towards one’s own body and feelings. The final verse, “Thoughts absorbed / Lost in sense of direction / It's time to sit down / And reassess my course of action” highlights the need for self-reflection and awareness in order to break free from the societal conformities that lead to a loss of individuality and autonomy.
Overall, the lyrics of “Social Sterility” serve as a powerful commentary on the dangers of societal pressures and conformity.
Line by Line Meaning
Time for my omittance
I need to step away from this situation
From a sterile existence
I need to step away from a life where nothing feels alive
Where the weekend pays homage
Where everyone repeats the same behavior every weekend
To stereotypical perpetuation
To uphold and repeat stereotypes
Must inebriate my senses
I need to get drunk
Into a state of delirium
To the point where I am confused and disoriented
Before I turn to the meat-rack
Before I turn to meaningless, casual sex
For my penial selection
For my selection of a sexual partner
Apathy spreads
No one seems to care
In unison with social disease
All people are infected with a kind of sickness that affects society as a whole
A scourge that infests
A terrible thing that spreads quickly
The cattle markets of youth
The places where young people go to buy and sell themselves
Unconscious, just promiscuous
Not aware of what they're doing and just having sex with anyone
Deprived of self-respect
Having lost all self-worth
In the selling of their bodies
Through prostitution
All emotions dead!
They no longer have feelings or emotion
Thoughts absorbed
Lost in what is happening around them
Lost in sense of direction
Not knowing where they are going in life
It's time to sit down
It's time to stop and take stock
And reassess my course of action
And think about what I am doing and where I am headed
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