The Rates - Dead River Call Lyrics

Constantly put through the mill. Accused of being liar
or fool. Obvious objections the declaim: stereotypes
and platitudes to what we need, what we want, what
we fought, we are the Zeno's awake. Admire diversity:
sexuality a road without regrets. This is a self defence
from what I repulse to not concede me any sexual
impulse. Stream bed almost dry, uninvolved in human
race, everything works fine as the river drains away.
Logical perception: life is sad without emotions.
Understand my notion: I live my life without deceptions.
Slave to the sex; sexually slave. I suppress my instincts
as my own brain commands. You can think over
and over how life may be inconvenient: dwelling
in the mire of love thy love. I am self sufficient.
What we need, what we want, what we fought
what we see is the sun going down.
Admire diversity: sexuality, it changed my life.
Many of us are compared to a disorder
victim of theirselves atoning for torture.
Stream bed almost dry, uninvolved in
human race, everything works fine
the river drains away.
This is not different from what interest us:
the lack, in the end, has a truck with the
start. Forcing back her heart to heart
any way the passion's darts
passing days in seclusion with the
escape of the illusion.
The course shows its might, grey but
still aglow, dead at first sight
the low river of sickness flows.
To react to this act, it must be
destroyed the flesh
physically and intimated both
means achieve the goal. Indignance
towards the sex: whether overflows
or vexes more or less is the essence
on any trasgresson call.
Immortally: the result of any kind
of explicit gift from the world.
By any means, achieve the goal