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

• Blind to The Truth
• Cock Rock Alienation
• Display to Me
• Emotional Suffocation
• Evolved as One
• From Enslavement to Obliteration
• Impressions
• Inconceivable
• Lucid Fairytale
• Make Way
• Mentally Murdered
• Practice What You Preach
• Private Death
• Retreat to Nowhere
• Social Sterility
• Sometimes
• Think for a Minute
• Uncertainty Blurs The Vision
• Unchallenged Hate