Systemic Shock (Ares)

Lyrics

[Intro]

Whisper to me, bronze spear of Ares,
forged in the fires of Hephaestus' anvil, 1200 BCE,
on the dusty plains of Troy.

[Verse 1]
You, heavy in the grip, stained with the blood of Diomedes' foes,
Homer sang of you in the Iliad, Book 5,
that scorching midday, 35 degrees Celsius,
the acrid sweat and iron tang filling the air.
Amygdala ignites, a gamma spike at 40 Hz,
prefrontal cortex falters, inhibition dissolves.
You drive forward, unyielding,
through the chaos of clashing shields.

[Chorus]
Systemic shock, Ares' rage courses through veins,
like norepinephrine flooding the synapse,
heart rate surges to 180 beats per minute.
Oh spear, you are the impulse,
the unbridled fury, no pause for breath.
In this neural storm, we dance the pyrrhic under moonlight.

[Verse 2]
Address you now, my tool of bronze,
gleaming under the dawn sky, bruised purple,
chariot wheels rattling over the Trojan earth.
From the Homeric Hymn, golden-helmed savior,
yet wounded by Athena's hand.
Aggression's neurobiology: Siever's study, 2008,
amygdala hyperactive, rage without rein.
You pierce the veil, the osmotic gradient shifts,
cells swell with the heat of battle.

[Bridge]

But in this intimacy, close to your cold metal,
I see the missing ones, unnamed soldiers lost,
their stories dust in the wind of war.
Is there a Buddhist calm amid your storm?
Upekkha, equanimity, to temper the fire.

[Verse 3]
Spear, you embody the strange fact,
Ares dancing frenzied after victory,
armor clanking in the night.
Prefrontal failure, impulse unchecked,
systemic shock ripples outward.
From Enceladus' thermal threshold to this,
the voltage gate opens, aggression flows.

[Chorus]
Systemic shock, Ares' rage courses through veins,
like norepinephrine flooding the synapse,
heart rate surges to 180 beats per minute.
Oh spear, you are the impulse,
the unbridled fury, no pause for breath.
In this neural storm, we dance the pyrrhic under moonlight.

[Outro]

Rest now, bronze relic,
in the quiet after the fray.