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'vе been shown
To touch the dark but feel the spark
To bring the acolytеs of life along

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