The Social Contract (Hera)

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Hera, on your throne in Mount Olympus, late afternoon, 4 PM,
June 15th, timeless year, the air at 24 degrees Celsius,
warm breeze carrying wildflower scents from below.
You hold the pomegranate, fingers sticky with its juice,
red seeds spilling like promises in the golden light.

[Chorus]
This fruit, split open in your hand,
each seed a mirror neuron firing in the social net,
binding us, queen, in the contract unspoken.
From Argos temple, 500 BCE, peacock calls echo,
myrrh smoke curls, heavy resin in the marble hall.
You watch, diadem gleaming, over every vow.

[Verse 2]
Echo, the nymph you silenced, her voice a repetition,
June 1st, myth's edge, her words bouncing off columns,
like synaptic echoes in the brain's hidden folds.
The golden diadem on your brow, crafted by Hephaestus,
500 grams of divine gold, etched with peacock eyes,
symbol of your gaze on mortal ties.

[Bridge]
Pomegranate, my love, your seeds cluster,
like the bonds in ventral striatum, rewarding fidelity.
Hera, address me, in this close space,
where the fan of feathers waves, cool against skin.
What debt do we owe, in this neural weave?

[Verse 3]
Priestesses in Samos, offering fruits at dawn,
July 10th, warm air 25 degrees, footsteps on cool marble.
You punish with wrath, Heracles born of Alcmene,
but mend with gold, like kintsugi in the mind's cracks.
The throne room overlooks the misty world,
where contracts form in dopamine surges.

[Chorus]
This fruit, split open in your hand,
each seed a mirror neuron firing in the social net,
binding us, queen, in the contract unspoken.
From Argos temple, 500 BCE 해서, peacock calls echo,
myrrh smoke curls, heavy resin in the marble hall.
You watch, diadem gleaming, over every vow.

[Outro]
Hera, the pomegranate rests, juice drying on fingers,
social bonds etched in brain's architecture,
forever, in this sigh.