Toba The Tura [feat. Chris Conley]

So you're Ahrima
Collusive dreamer
I watched the lamps fall
You pushed them over
They say you're gifted
Well I just see a scared kid
They must have flipped it
Your skills are latent

Oh, you snuffed the glow
Replaced it with coals
Threw away the throne
Oh, you snuffed the glow
Replaced it with coals
Burnt down my home

You had a life of
Privilege, hope, and love
But now that's all gone
Maybe the designs flawed
So that's why I'm here
To preserve the remainder
Of what chance we have
Left at an existence

Oh, the desolate dirt
The raw scorched Earth
It's a trophy of your worth
Oh, the desolate dirt
The raw scorched Earth
It's a scar of my hurt

Your cold wicked soul boasts a foul scent
(No a stench)
The formidable taste of pure content
Every dark corner will soon see the light
(Oh so bright)
The beaming flood will pour right through the blinds

And my words will tear through the air
Pierce through the despair
To find your arrogant throbbing ears
If it's to much to bear, or to hear, or to take, I'll be frank
Let my inflection be crystal clear
This mess that you made, it's a six-foot grave
It's a home where your lonesome bones that remain
We'll disappear you'll stay here
To rot as the king of the dark and forgot

(Oh what have you done, disobedient son) Oh what have I done?
(You've broken the trust) Please make me your son!
(Of your father's love)
(Oh what have you done, disobedient son) What have I become?
(You've broken the trust) Destroyed all I loved
(Of your father's love)

Oh what have you done, disobedient son (Oh what have I done?)
You've broken the trust (Please make me your son!)
Of your father's love
Oh what have you done, disobedient son (What have I become?)
You've broken the trust (Destroyed all I love)
Of your father's love

The arid, fallow earth would be Ahrima's new hearth
He would remain while he watched his family strain
And the girl that he loved, vacate to a new place
To start over on fresh terrain

And from his desolate throne
He watched them compose a mountainous wall of stone
To separate themselves from him
A massive, jagged barricade to lock themselves in
Theirs would be the Light, his would be the Dark
For a century these halves would wait
One world, set apart

Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
We'll just disengage
Float away



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Dutton, Paul Dutton
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