Текст песни Make Magic - Rising Appalachia

In a land of mad takers,
Can I be a mad giver?
In the land of the forsaken, can I be a forgiver?
Can I swim upriver, keep the air in my lungs
When I hit the dam I'll break it, and sing to The Ocean
Sing to The Ocean x 3

What are we going to do with the Wickeds of the world,
Make magic x 3
What are we going to do with the smoke and mirrors,
Make magic x 2

I see good people all around me
Acting kindly, acting wisely
Open your eyes what do you see?
Those in power are making their way
Say stop
We'll hold them back with the magic in our cookpots

What are we going to do with the Wickeds of the world
Make magic x 3
What are we going to do with the smoke and mirrors,
Make magic x 3

We believe in warriors and we don't believe in war
And we'll arm ourselves in liberty
Arms out stretched at your door
And, we believe in the righteous and the sacred
Holy Stone,
In the howl of 'howl'ellujah
In the gathering of the bones
If I could fight it, I'd ride it
I'd have it all up in this corner
Oh no, It's not scary it's hairy
I'm bearing oh, oh, staking it
I'm bearing everything I got
All that magic in my cookpot
I'm photosynthesising with me all up in the wheel lot

What are we going to do with the Wickeds of the world
Make magic x 3
What are we going to do with the smoke and mirrors,
Make magic x 3

Make magic x 12