Social Sterility
Napalm Death Lyrics


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[misprinted a "Social Security" (!) on the liner notes]

Time for my omittance
From a sterile existence
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

Overall Meaning

In "Social Sterility," Napalm Death expresses disgust with society's obsession with conformity and consumerism. The lyrics depict a weekend filled with shallow activities that maintain the status quo, such as drinking and hooking up with strangers. The singer feels trapped in this cycle and believes that apathy and a pandemic of unfulfillment are spreading throughout society, especially among the younger generation. The lyrics also touch on the issue of prostitution and the loss of self-respect that comes from selling oneself.


The song highlights an existential crisis where the singer looks to numb their feelings through alcohol and promiscuity. The song's chorus expresses the anger over the plight of youth as they strive for basic survival, who are conditioned to devalue themselves with the lack of options presented.


Line by Line Meaning

Time for my omittance
It's time to leave this environment


From a sterile existence
From a life of conformism and compliance


Where the weekend pays homage
Where the celebration of mediocrity occurs on weekends


To stereotypical perpetuation
By continuing to follow norms and customs


Must inebriate my senses
I must get intoxicated to numb my senses


Into a state of delirium
To forget about reality and enter a state of bliss


Before I turn to the meat-rack
Before I succumb to casual sex


For my penial selection
For a sexual partner


Apathy spreads
Indifference becoming infectious


In unison with social disease
Aligned with societal afflictions


A scourge that infests
A disease that infects


The cattle markets of youth
The youth being commodified


Unconscious, just promiscuous
Unaware, and just interested in sex


Deprived of self-respect
Lacking dignity and self-worth


In the selling of their bodies
By exchanging sex for money


All emotions dead!
All feelings are gone


Thoughts absorbed
Lost in thought


Lost in sense of direction
Unable to come up with a plan of action


It's time to sit down
It's time to stop and think


And reassess my course of action
To rethink my decisions and choices so far




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