The Ballistic Wall (Cottus)

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Cottus, in Hesiod's lines, circa 750 BCE,
your fifty heads pressed against the cavern wall,
that ballistic barrier in Gaia's belly,
where Uranus chained you, cold stone unyielding.
Neural walls like this, in the brain's dark folds,
inhibitory synapses firing, holding back the flood.
I whisper to you, my imprisoned giant,
feel the dank chill seeping through cracks,
smell the wet earth, millennia of dust.

[Chorus]
Oh, the ballistic wall, immovable as Porphyrion's stance,
one hundred arms battering, yet it stands.
In the striatum's loop, signals crash and halt,
like your chains in the Theogony's verse.
Break free, Cottus, with Zeus's thunderbolt call,
shatter the gate, let the potentials fire.

[Verse 2]
Perpetual darkness, no dawn in that hollow,
dripping water the only rhythm, maddening slow.
Your heads murmuring, arms straining in vain,
like overstimulated neurons against the glial shield.
I touch the stone, intimate as a lover's skin,
trace the veins where freedom starved,
Hesiod wrote of your release in 1914's translation,
Evelyn-White's words unlocking the myth.

[Bridge]
And in that stillness, the wall's strange fact:
fifty voices in one body, chaotic multiplicity,
mirroring synaptic storms we can't contain.
Missing mothers, Gaia's silent grief,
no record of her tears in the earth's belly.

[Verse 3]
Now unleashed, your arms hurl boulders at Titans,
but remember the wall's cold embrace,
neural barriers we build ourselves,
in mindfulness, sometimes we choose the chain.
Cottus, my hundred-handed confidant,
in this catastrophic surge, find the breach.

[Outro]
The wall crumbles, signals flow,
one perfect sigh in the glow.