Centipede

Oh, I wonder how you move

Your hundred little legs

I've never seen

Them spin with such a grace

You're 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

The air is hardening around us

And it's making me shake

When thinking of

Inching close to your face

We're strangers in the exits

We're not like the others here

Oh, no, won't you stay the night?

And tell me I belong in the ataraxia

It's ataraxia

'Cause you fill, you fill me a little

Went straight through the bottom

We're all faking something

'Cause you fill, you fill me a little

Went straight through the bottom

We promised we'd leave to

We promised we'd leave to live

Oh, I envy how you move

Those hundred little legs

I've never been

As fine without a name

So won't you stay the night, dear

And tell me I belong in the ataraxia?

'Cause you fill, you fill me a little

Went straight through the bottom

Oh, did you stay to prove you could

The others, the others, the others, the others

The others, the others, the others, the others

The others, the others, the others, the others