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 design's 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 contempt   Every dark corner will soon see the light   Oh, so bright   The beaming flood will pour right through the blinds      My words will tear through the air   Pierce through the despair   To find your arrogant, throbbing ears   If it's too much to bear or to hear or take, I'll be frank   Let my inflection be crystal clear      This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave   It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain   We'll disappear but you'll stay here   To rot as the king of the Dark and forgot      What have I done? Please make me your son   (What have I done?)   What have I become? Destroyed all I love   (Please make me your son)      Oh, what have you done? Disobedient son   (What have I become?)   You've broken the trust of your father's love   (Destroyed all I love)      What have I done? Please make me your son   (What have I done?)   What have I become? Destroyed all I love   (Please make me your son)      Oh, what have you done? Disobedient son   (What have I become?)   You've broken the trust of your father's love   (Destroyed all I 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