HoT

Verse  
I keep a glass on the table, filled right to the middle line  
Some days it looks like mercy, some days it tastes like fire  
Flip a coin in the silence, let the metal choose the frame  
Heads I walk in the daylight, tails I burn in the flame  

Bridge
Trusting in myself, making my own luck,  
But every choice I make is a loaded toss-up.  
Heads I’m holding steady, keeping faith enough,  
Tails I’m sipping shadows just to fill my own cup.

Chorus  
Half full, half empty  
I’m both the hope and the envy  
One heart, split gently  
Harvey Dent and the shadow in me  

Verse  
I used to see the world in clean-cut right and wrong  
Now every choice I make feels like a loaded coin toss  
Smile on the left side, scars on the right  
Two stories fighting underneath the same spotlight  

Bridge
Trusting in myself, making my own luck,  
But some days I’m the hero, some days I come undone.  
Half of me is rising, half of me is stuck,  
Living in the balance of the damage and the love.

Chorus  
Glass half full, glass half cracked  
One step forward, one step snapped  
I’m the hero and the threat you see  
Two‑Face staring back at me  

Verse  
I pour the water slow, watch the line rise up  
Trying to decide if I’m enough or too much  
There’s a whisper saying “hold on,” another saying “break”  
Two voices in the mirror arguing what I should take  

bridge
Trusting in myself, making my own luck,  
But the coin keeps spinning when the pressure cuts.  
One side justice, one side corrupt,  
I’m the verdict and the sentence when the line erupts.  

Chorus  
Half full when I’m steady  
Half empty when I’m breaking  
I’m Harvey and the monster  
Both the healing and the aching

Indie folk, Industrial yet driven beats, Melancholic synth, repeating harsh percussion in the rise