Why all the madness
See absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
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)
(Loss for words so I'll make a sound)
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
Why all the madness
Absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
How do you dance to it
What type of fabric are you cut from
Cause my culture needs imagination
St. Finnikin - Magic Lyrics
St. Finnikin - Magic Lyrics
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Why all the madness
See absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
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)
(Loss for words so I'll make a sound)
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
Why all the madness
Absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
How do you dance to it
What type of fabric are you cut from
Cause my culture needs imagination
See absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
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)
(Loss for words so I'll make a sound)
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
I think this could be my calling
To bring your blood up to a boil
We are addicted to the noises
So plug your feet right into soil
Why all the madness
Absolute truth is like a loaded gun
You point at the masses
That follow a practice of a different one
So show me your magic
How do you dance to it
What type of fabric are you cut from
Cause my culture needs imagination
Writer: Tyler Lee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid