Ataxia - Stray From The Path

I want so badly to believe

In the world in the magazines:

Better homes

Life refined

(But I’m) without a catalyst

Without the glossy print

I’m wearing thin

Like the conscience of a funeral arranger

Wearing thin and breaking fast

Shallow breaths

Don’t look this way

Because I’ll pull you in

Because I’ll pull you in faster

Than you can say 'GO.'

You’ll be all I have;

you’re fucked

Times owns my body, and my mind

Escape is on my mind

Escape is on my mind

Life redefined: cyclical days of

Waking, working, regretting

Listen

Hear that void?

Listen

Hear that void?

It’s me

It’s me

It’s me

It’s me