Magic

St. Finnikin

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Why all the madness?
Absolute truth is just a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one

So show me your magic
Now how do you dance to it?
What type of fabric are you cut from?
Cause my culture needs imagination

(Loss for words so I'll make a sound)

I think this could be my calling
Bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soul

I think this could be my calling
Bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soul

Why all the madness?
Absolute truth is just a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one

So show me your magic
Now how do you dance to it?
What type of fabric are you cut from?
'Cause my culture needs imagination