Some Grow Young - The Art of More Lyrics

It gets better as you go, the hard-up explain
The acolyte can't know a part of his brain's been bulged, battered
He still bends spoons with mindful design...

You tell a man he's slow, he's harder to train
The elemental flow now only a stain grown dark, dirty
These tied dogs bark poorly

But your heart hangs heavy
And Pure Art hangs itself, so...

What you want, what you came for
All you guard in all the danger
What you learned, and how you bent it
What you earned, and how you spent it

Cult you raise, code you're speaking
Gold you praise, load you're leaking
You reveal that you refigured
Your appeal, Your perfume

I'm over you
I floated through
I slid behind your molded mind
Girl...