Take no position on good or bad.
Much watched is the doing so fuck the tarot's read.
The life I lead, it has a taste.
Like milk drank from the teat, curdles at a certain age.
Get with ataraxia. Force it into being. Suck face. Ataraxia.
Lower the ceiling; What if I amount to nothing at all?
Inside, it hits me up, I care too much about what I think.
Shame the mirrors that stretch my hips.
Mute the hypochondria that whispers spoilers in my ears.
I'm not a father yet so don't ask again.
Salt the snail and teach it to obtain.
Lay in; Ataraxia. Set the kindling.
Weigh in. Ataraxia. Absolve me of my skin.
Shame him, name him, cut me down to size.
Inside, it hits me up. I care too much about what I think.
Get with ataraxia. Force it into being. Suck face. Ataraxia.
Lower the ceiling; What if I amount to nothing at all?
Inside, it hits me up, I care too much about what I think.
Ataraxia.
Ataraxia.