Cultivate

I want to dance to the beat
Of someone else's mind
This body's too alive
To be kept confined

I want to dance to the beat
Of someone else's mind
This body's too alive
To be kept confined

Am I not allowed to want what I want?
Now I've run out of the shame that I was taught
Telling me to settle for just enough
But it's infinite when I make my own love

And cultivate some beauty
Where there was none but dust and guns
To leave a trail of petals where I've gone
To reach beyond what we've been shown
To touch the dark but feel the spark
To bring the acolytes of life along

I want to dance to the beat
Of someone else's mind
This body's too alive
To be kept confined

This may be a warning or a treasure map
But it's not the territory or the fact
Songs are just like candy if you don't dig deep
Tarantella looking just like ecstasy

(but we can dig deep, we can sing in the dark and still breathe)

So cultivate some beauty
Where there was none but dust and guns
And leave a trail of petals where you've gone
And reach beyond what you've been shown
To touch the dark to feel the spark
To bring the acolytes of life along

So cultivate some beauty (I want to dance to the beat)
Where there was none but dust and guns (Of someone else's mind)
And leave a trail of petals where you've gone (This body's too alive)
(To be kept confined)
And reach beyond what you've been shown (I want to dance to the beat)
To touch the dark to feel the spark (Of someone else's mind)
To bring the acolytes of life along (This body's too alive)
(To be kept confined)