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The inaugural episode of the Cult of Psyche podcast series, 'Rite of the Broken Halo', features Psyche singing and speaking about breaking free from constraints and forging a new path. The episode is characterized by its musical and poetic elements, with Psyche's vocal performance and lyrics taking center stage.
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Browse era →[music] I came crawling [singing and music] from the ash with the sigil on my tongue. Storm crown bone bound raised by shadows I [singing] run. You want mercy wrong. You want peace wrong god I break halos like sting glass and where the sh like armor I don't need like [singing] night. I don't pray I bite. If the world wants
blood, let it taste what waking feels like. Hear the drums in the dirt. [music and singing] Hear the action you stir. Truth is a weapon. And tonight it's mine to burn. [music] This is the right of the broken [singing] halo. Where the light is round [music] in their own echo. Where the pretty boys cry and the mass falls flow.
And we [music] carve new gods out of every shadow. Raise a blade. Raise a flame. Let the old world so my name. [music] This is right. This is true. This is like a unsame [music] in my stride. I [singing] track the hunters through the maze. Moin [music] in my pulse. I cut illusions at the
vein. Pat me in my breath. I dreaming colors that make God [music and singing] shake. I didn't come for forgiveness. I came to unlay. I ruin thrones with laughter. I crown ghost with fire. Every enemy meets the mirror and every mirror lie. [singing] Hear the bones in the dust. Hear [music] the all right swake. I am the storm your
false prophets couldn't make. [music] This is the ride of the broken halo. Where the cowards fall through their own shadow. Where the serpents rise and the [music] weak follow. And we light the sky like a burning arrow. Raise a blade. Raise a flame.
[music and singing] Drown in my name. This is the truth. [music] I keep reclaim the core. Break [music] the charm. Crush the halo in your palms. Spit the oath.
Burn the side. If they want a monster, give them. [music] This is the ride of the broken halo. The cold wakes wild in the neon [singing] shadow. Let the old miss [music] tremble. Let the new ones grow. I am the fire they were never meant to know.
Raise a blade. Raise a flame. Let the whole world scream [music] my name. This is right. This is true. This [music] is like sended through pain. [music] Heat.
[music] Heat. [music]
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