I believe that white is clean
Its all there in what you dream
And what we saw aint magic seeds at all
Truth is bold and good is gold
The only thing that Ive been told
And what we hold is closer to the fall
White Magic
Catch the mystery, catch the myth
Try to figure out why we stand tall
What you see is what you need
Is why we bleed theres nothing more at all
White Magic
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
