Centipede

Oh, I wonder how you move
Your hundred little legs
I've never seen
Them spin with such a grace
Your point in each and every step
It's like a thousand of the times
We could've changed
But we're cemented 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 excess
We're not like the others here
So won't you stay the night, dear
And tell me I belong

Give me ataraxia
It's ataraxia

'Cause it fills
You fill me a little
Then straight through the bottom
We're all faking something
And you fill
You fill me a little
Then straight through the bottom
We promised we'd leave to live
We promised we'd leave to live
(The others, the others, the others)

Oh, I envy how you move
Those hundred little legs
I've never been
As fine without an aim
So won't you stay the night, dear
And tell me I belong

Give me ataraxia

'Cause you fill
You fill me a little
Then straight to the bottom
Did you stay to prove you could
(The others, the others, the others)