Fabrica (Andreas Vesalius)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands split the silence of centuries,
blade against what they said was sealed,
watching ligaments breathe under lamplight,
tendons map themselves in your pupils.
They said the body was scripture—untouchable, written—
but your knife writes the real text,
each incision a love letter to what actually is.

[Chorus]
You carved the truth from shadow,
your hands knew what your mind was learning,
every layer underneath the skin
singing back: this is how we're built,
this is the architecture of becoming,
and it burns, it burns, it burns so bright.

[Verse 2]
Your brain lit up with axonal branching,
synaptic pathways forging themselves in real time,
each dissection remapping your cortex,
long-term potentiation burning grooves into bone-white tissue.
The eye develops its own grammar,
mirror neurons firing as you mirror the body,
your hands becoming hands that have always known this,
predictive coding unspooling like rope through your spine.

[Chorus]
You carved the truth from shadow,
your hands knew what your mind was learning,
every layer underneath the skin
singing back: this is how we're built,
this is the architecture of becoming,
and it burns, it burns, it burns so bright.

[Bridge]
Myelination wrapping itself around your purpose,
the blade becoming part of your nervous system,
interoception screaming: you are alive, you are seeing,
your body knows what the world denied,
and still you cut, still you show us,
still your hands move through the meat of everything.

[Chorus]
You carved the truth from shadow,
your hands knew what your mind was learning,
every layer underneath the skin
singing back: this is how we're built,
this is the architecture of becoming,
and it burns, it burns, it burns so bright.

[Outro]
And in your dissecting room, under the high windows,
the knife catches light like a grin,
your hands still moving through the beautiful truth,
layer by layer, letter by letter, alive.

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**WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓ (within 270–320 range)