KING - LANKS, Yorke

Tell me what to say, I can’t on my own

All my life I heard whispering is wrong

Stronger figures stand proud in the cold all alone

I can feel the pain

The moment I stop and take it in

Let the fire run rings

Mark circles in my skin

Let the feelings sink under

Feel the power of a king

I let the fire run deep

Guide rivers with my feet

I can feel my own thunder

Feel the power of a king

Doubts have plate themselves into my cast

Faultlines forming on top of my mask

I collect pieces of my recycled heart and move on

I can feel the pain

The moment I stop and take it in

I let the fire run rings

Mark circles in my skin

Let the feelings sink under

Feel the power of a king

I let the fire run deep

Guide rivers with my feet

I can feel my own thunder

Feel the power of a king

Feel the power of a king