By Roman Numeral XXXnThe best of me was gotten, forgottennMy Amplified Heart, Disintegration, Century FlowernWas not nearly pennednMore difficult done than saidnI've made no differencennYou're only as young as you feelnSuch a desperate appealnBut you know it was exactly what I wanted to hearnBecause you make me feel so youngnSo attractive, free and funnAnd your kisses somehow burn away the yearsnAnd you're not in controlnnThings are about to get ugly...nnBecause the company I keepnMore often wolves and seldom sheepnAs you approach, you'll hear the howling from the dennAnd if you don a wild masknBut house the faint heart of a lambnYou're bound to find your carcass drying in the windnAnd it's no one's faultnAnd it's naturalnThat the wild always overtake the weaknBut you're not in control