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We asked Empty Heaven to describe the thought process that went into the writing of "Shadowself":    Jungian psychology purports that every human has a "Shadow Self," an unknown, unconscious side. It's mostly thought of as a receptacle for all of our negative feelings, although it's chaotic nature can often diffuse emotions as we understand them, replacing them with an incomprehensible mush. When I listen to "Paired," I am reminded that not only do our devices come equipped with a personality (however artificial), we also teach them our own. However, we don't teach them how to be us as we really think we are. We fill them with data points, search history, demands, private notes, and all sorts of other private things. If someone were to try to make a portrait of us based off of our devices, it would be an undoubtedly warped, sadly sterile, and sometimes disturbing one. I know mine would be weird for sure. I believe it's accidentally poetic that they even get little Apple IDs with our name. "Shadowself" is about having a double, a doppelganger that follows you wherever you go, and it feeds you stressors, insecurity, and endless stimulation...the proverbial "devil on one's shoulder." But, you are slightly to blame, because you taught it everything it knows. I consider this to be the dark side to the concept of "Paired," a very funny and also sweet podcast that I love. Lyrics: When I move, so do you When I deviate, you see through every move i make like i was scripted You can feel when weight has shifted When I look away, you disapprove We are one in the same We play symmetrical party games We dance together in the shower We rise and fall at the same hours But when I sleep, you interrupt the dream   I built myself a shadowself  and always want to look at them and when I tell myself I don’t I spiral and I look again   Am I sick? I am sick Seeing double and I’m second pick They hold the things that I have hidden All the thoughts that are forbidden To keep their mouth shut, I’ve gotta pay a tithe Call a priest, call a nun Call the ghost adventures hosts’s own son I need an exorcism I need light without a prism There’s a schism in my heart and it’s alive   I built myself a shadowself  and always want to look at them and when I tell myself I don’t I spiral and I look again It’s horrible to hold them and it’s even worse to let them go It’s horrible to keep from people even worse to let them know   It’s so hard to have me in my hands   When the night turns its head The lonely hours reveal what I had said to so and so sometime it always feels like violent crime my double will enunciate the words When I covet the face of a man I want to have replace my visage in the mirror, my double draws the image nearer, and now I have to focus til I’m sure When I don’t know a thing, my own double starts to bring the fount of knowledge to my idle hands My brain retracts, ennui expands Now knowledge isn’t special anymore   I built myself a shadowself I taught it when it came to me I won’t be held responsible But I oughta be, I oughta be It’s horrible to hold them and it’s even worse to let them go It’s horrible to keep from people even worse to let them know It’s so hard to have me in my hands