
Mushmahhu, My Seven Heads
[Verse 1] I am Tiamat, salt and first night. Before kings, before tablets, before their clean names. I held the deep like a fist holds blood. I gave a shape to hunger. From my mouth, the old sea learned my law. From my silence, the wrecks took root. And in the dark chamber of my daughters and sons, I named the one who would coil beside wrath. [Mushmahhu] Mushmahhu. My seven-headed snake. My braided terror. My child of the undercurrent. No crown on its brow, only jaws for a crown. No hymn in its throat, only the wet oath of ruin. It answers me first. It knows my pulse under the brine. [Verse 2] I made it from the pressure below prayer. I gave it the length of a storm road. Each head remembers a different insult. Each tongue tastes the iron of broken vows. It slides through the abyss where stars are swallowed. It loops around pillars the gods pretend are eternal. When it lifts one head, six more wake. When it speaks, the deep repeats it. [Pre-Chorus] Tell them my offspring are not accidents. Tell them my wrath has names. Tell them I do not bless by halves. I crown the hungry. I keep the faithful to the flood. [Chorus] Mushmahhu, my seven heads Mushmahhu, my seven heads Bite the law, break the dead Mushmahhu, my seven heads Mushmahhu, my bright undoing Mushmahhu, my deep-born flame When it rises, empires go thin When it rises, I remember my name [Verse 3] The others call it monster. I call it marrow and answer. It guards my border where soft things fail. It coils around the drowned gates. It is aligned with me: the first water, the black oath, the patient collapse. No spouse waits for it in the lamp-lit world. Its marriage is to my depth. Its children are the echoes it leaves in panic. [Bridge] I am not alone in the deep. I am multiplied. Every wave that keeps its secret has one of my teeth in it. Every throat that shakes before the verdict has heard Mushmahhu pass. [Chorus] Mushmahhu, my seven heads Mushmahhu, my seven heads Bite the law, break the dead Mushmahhu, my seven heads Mushmahhu, my bright undoing Mushmahhu, my deep-born flame When it rises, empires go thin When it rises, I remember my name [Outro] So write it true, if you must write at all: I spoke, and the dark obeyed. I turned my grief into a guardian. I turned my blood into a beast.

