The hydra

[Verse 1]
Head is falling off the hydra
From a particularly bad winter
And when the sun came to shining
The same time the world was ending
Rose golden shield defend me
From a dead past of bodies
Piled in line from fake to closest
To the real self unfold its

[Chorus]
Out of line
Come to
Out of line
Come to

[Verse 2]
Stories of the old and chosen
Gave her hope to sail for mainland
But quickly storms came to rising
Power through tired and maybe
A broken paddle with no safety
Seemed that she would swallow safely
I can't believe the winter harshness
I can’t believe the winter harshness

[Chorus]
This winter will kill me
If I can't hope
No life to give
No ability to
Work on anything