Ataraxia’s third track to The Fox and the Flame

(Hey you, hey you...you pretty, ugly thing)

There's somebody, somebody
Standing on my throat
Ripping out my lungs 
Injecting tar into my veins
What should be your name?
(pay attention to me)

And tears come running, come running 
Dripping down my skin
(you're not miserable, you're miserable with me)
Filling up the holes 
In my brain
(you think you're sick, you're fine)
The permanent days
(don't, don't, don't eat)

(don't tell anyone)
Nauseous from the blight 
(You're not even gonna follow thru)
My atoms decay from my own bane
As I lie on forest pine
Insects cover me, ravens hoarding

Cuz fears are a'coming, coming
They're coming down that hill
(I'm the only one that can help you)
I can hear their claws tick (tick, tick, tick)
I just wanna be sick
Exsanguination 
(Dying, dying, do you wanna die?)

And sin is stalking, (I see you, I see you) is stalking 
It's snuffing out my light
(You can barely breathe)
It's scathing out my eyes
This is what you wanted 
(Cutting your eyes out, give me your bones)
You've made your bed
(You've already done it)

Stare into the sky
Cut out my own heart
Disassembled parts

The slyest creature cries 
Buried thoughts alive 
One last sigh 

Cuz there's somebody, somebody (shhh, I'm here)
Standing on my throat (I'll help you)
Ripping out my lungs 
(I'll mend all your aching pains)
Injecting tar into my veins 
What should be your name?
(I'm your friend, I'm your friend, I'm your, I'm your...)

Behind the Scenes

I imagine this song like the last moments of death. Lying on the forest floor, insects devouring your expiring body, staring up into the bright, bright sky. It’s meant to be sort of a funeral march for the “forester”. It’s meant to make you uneasy. It’s meant to disturb. The feelings I was going through when writing this song came in a very dark place of mind. Music is something that helps me through mental illness and a lot of the songs in The Fox and the Flame are about my mental illness. I cope through the lyrics and melodies.

The background foley sounds are a combination of varying voice notes. I captured my friend’s laughter at one point. I recorded the sound of sticks scraping a tree trunk, running my hand through rocks, and dead leaves on a tree blowing in the wind.

In the background, you can also hear me whispering certain phrases. These phrases replicate the thoughts that go through my head when I’m dealing with particularly rough times.

The bass was also an addition that revamped the entire feeling of the song, which a friend of mine recorded for me. Flute was added as well, which furthermore saddened the song’s tone.

— Ataraxia