Centipede

oh i wonder how you move your hundred little legs
ive never seen them spin with such a grace
your pointing each and every step
it's like a thousand of the times we could've changed
but we spent it in place
give me ataraxia legs
the air is hardening around us and its making me shake
when thinking of inching close to your face
we're strangers at the exits
we're not like the others
oh no wont you stay the night dear
and tell me i belong in the ataraxia
its ataraxia
cause it fills, you fill me a little
straight through the bottom
we're all fake in something
cause you fill, you fill me a little
straight through the bottom
we promised we'd leave to live
(the others, the others, the others...)
we'd promised we'd leave to live
oh i envy how you move those hundred little legs
ive never been as fine without a name
so wont you stay the night dear
and tell me i belong in the ataraxia
cause you fill, you fill me a little
and straight to the bottom oh
did you stay to prove you could
(the others, the others, the others...)