Kicking - Torche

Lights on

In the kingdom

Useless dream

Of the dead ones

Kicking

My bow

Shoots the arrow

Into deep

Crack the marrow

Kicking

Sailing on the sea

Changing our beliefs

Onward for the stone

Laying out alone

Alone

Begging for supplies

Season now gone by

For now

Learning to pass this by

We’ll believe our own lie

Exposing only you

We own the room and you

And you

Lights off

In the kingdom

Kicking