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