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...)