[Lyric] The Hydra (Momus)

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