Lyrics Ataraxia - The Northern

Ataraxia

I’ve spent my life on the side lines
Watching countless times as you tossed him to the side
He lies awake in the dead of night
A tortured soul yearning the safety of his daughters life
This time you’ve crossed the line
It’s your turn to suffer
Can you see the hell in your fathers eyes?
Worn down, defeated as he screams inside
Reach out and end this game
When you have no one left
You’ll have yourself to blame
Read me a story from your book of lies
Make sure that’s it’s riddled with guilt trips and pride
You always try to paint a picture
But your canvas is made of deceit
Tell me no more stories
Say something real to me
Say something real to me
You have this one last chance to turn this around
Say sorry to that fragile man
That fragile man
This once last chance
Read me a story from your book of lies
Make sure that’s it’s riddled with guilt trips and pride
You always try to paint a picture
But your canvas is made of deceit
Tell me no more stories
Say something real to me
It feels so good
To float above the others
Don’t look down
Just hold me close
Hold me, help me;
Through the dark and the dead of night
When the dawn breaks
I’ll be beside you
Hold me close