Name: Ego; Act II - Art by Chonny Jash
Duration: 3 min 13 s
Description: A cover album of 5 (3? depends how you count it) songs originally by Tim Minchin.

all the "real" stars are in LA or behind bars

all i've ever wanted is to sing my little songs

My first-ever Original Album! 
Comprised of songs written in 2019 - 2020.

does it sound familiar?

Welcome ladies, gentlemen and the technicolor rainbow in between,
to the show of a lifetime!

BONUS: Dear Machine. Hate, the Cog (Ode of the Cog, Non-Fiction Mix)

Monster Mash (Encore)

A cover album of 5 (3? depends how you count it) songs originally by Tim Minchin.

Not Perfect

Ego; Act II - Art

A Drink to Death

The Lie of Black and White

Count Eleven

If you’ve ever cried so hard your throat went numb…
If you’ve ever smiled through the panic…
If you've ever bled just to feel something real...
Then this one’s for you.

I see you.
Not the mask - the flicker underneath.
The forced smile, the quiet grief.
The shaking hands behind the laugh,
The fake “I’m fine” - yeah, I know that path.

I’ve worn pain like my favorite hoodie,
Hid behind “I’m just tired” and “busy.”
I’ve kissed the edge and called it home,
Sat in crowds but died alone.

They think we’re fragile - but we’re flame.
They think we’re broken - but we remain.
We don’t bleed for pity - we bleed to feel,
‘Cause scars like mine?
They fucking heal.

For the ones who cry in the shower,
Then step out like they’ve got power.
For the ones who break, then try again -
Even when their soul says “end.”

This is for the warriors with tear-stained fists,
For the scars that say, “I still exist.”
We are not weak. We are divine.
This world’s afraid… of scars like mine.

They praise strength - but only when it looks clean.
But we’re the ones who fight in the in-between.
We don’t quit - we just crack and crawl,
Still show up when we’ve lost it all.

We’ve buried friends and almost joined,
Felt our hearts collapse in noise.
But we stayed - no medals, no fame,
Just the courage to wake up again.

Say it with me:
I’m still here.
I’m still real.
I still feel.
These scars don’t shame - they shield.
These scars don’t hide -
They reveal.

For the ones who cry in the shower,
Then step out like they’ve got power.
For the ones who broke, then stood again -
Said “fuck this world,” but still let it in.

This is for the quiet, the fierce, the kind -
The ones with fire stitched through the spine.
We are not weak. We are the sign -
Of what survives…
Through scars like mine.

So if no one’s said it lately...
I'm proud of you.
Not for winning.
But for staying.

Ego; Act II - Art

Chonny Jash

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