Momus - The Hydra lyrics
[Momus - The Hydra lyrics]
Every time thou seest thyself
Thou doth begin to shimmer
Now that thou hath seen
The hydra in the mirror look at that
One hundred heads gazing lovingly
At the hundred tiny heads
Smiling back at thee
The things that people say thou art
Why not learn to love them?
The things that people mock thee for
Wherefore try to shun them?
All the things that scare thee
Thou might as well face them
They defeat you in the end
But you’re defeated by a friend
Why struggle to improvе thyself
In this dreadful weathеr
Why not learn to love thyself
Wouldn't that be better?
And if thou hatest hydras
Read 'em my lord and weep
If it's wrong to be a hydra
Thou rob’st me not of sleep
The hydra is thyself, fool
Might as well face it
Why struggle with thy fate, fool
When thou can simply taste it?
Thou may’st chop off a single
Head spewing from thy neck
Thou know’st full well a double
Head will surely grow back
The true secret of happiness is
Loving what thou art
Thou art hot and horrible
That needs must be a start
We still discuss the hydra though
A thousand years have passed
She really has achieved the kind
Of fame that lasts
Why struggle to improve thyself
In this dreadful weather
Why not learn to love thyself
Wouldn't that be clever?
And if thou hatest hydras
Read 'em my lord and weep
If it's wrong to be a hydra
Thou rob’st me not of sleep
Thou doth begin to shimmer
Now that thou hath seen
The hydra in the mirror look at that
One hundred heads gazing lovingly
At the hundred tiny heads
Smiling back at thee
The things that people say thou art
Why not learn to love them?
The things that people mock thee for
Wherefore try to shun them?
All the things that scare thee
Thou might as well face them
They defeat you in the end
But you’re defeated by a friend
Why struggle to improvе thyself
In this dreadful weathеr
Why not learn to love thyself
Wouldn't that be better?
And if thou hatest hydras
Read 'em my lord and weep
If it's wrong to be a hydra
Thou rob’st me not of sleep
The hydra is thyself, fool
Might as well face it
Why struggle with thy fate, fool
When thou can simply taste it?
Thou may’st chop off a single
Head spewing from thy neck
Thou know’st full well a double
Head will surely grow back
The true secret of happiness is
Loving what thou art
Thou art hot and horrible
That needs must be a start
We still discuss the hydra though
A thousand years have passed
She really has achieved the kind
Of fame that lasts
Why struggle to improve thyself
In this dreadful weather
Why not learn to love thyself
Wouldn't that be clever?
And if thou hatest hydras
Read 'em my lord and weep
If it's wrong to be a hydra
Thou rob’st me not of sleep