Centipede - Wilsen

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…)