Ataraxia

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 ear

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