Ataraxia Testo

Testo Ataraxia

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 ear
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
Shamе him, name him, cut me down to size
Insidе, 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