Permission Not Granted (Giordano Bruno)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You walked inside the infinite and never came back small—
your mind the kind that synaptic pathways keep rewiring,
long-term potentiation burning brighter every question,
neurons firing forward when the world said hold still.
You saw the stars were suns, each one a mirror,
and your cortex wouldn't let the old map settle.

[Chorus]
You are the blazing sphere, the thought that will not dim,
turning in a thousand fires, infinite and hymn,
every angle folded into every other one—
you made the cosmos plural and you made it dance.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus consolidated what the censors tried to burn:
that memory of unbounded space, of worlds without a ceiling,
theta waves of vision rippling through each synapse's branching,
axonal pathways stretching toward the truths they couldn't name.
You held the sphere of stars inside your skull and let it turn,
each rotation neurogenesis, each thought a new becoming.

[Chorus]
You are the blazing sphere, the thought that will not dim,
turning in a thousand fires, infinite and hymn,
every angle folded into every other one—
you made the cosmos plural and you made it dance.

[Bridge]
Your mirror neurons felt the shape of everything alive,
predictive coding always reaching for the next infinity,
your body's proprioception mapped against the sky itself,
interoception of a mind that sensed its own expansion.
They tried to still the sphere, to trap the turning light—
your brightness was the answer.

[Chorus]
You are the blazing sphere, the thought that will not dim,
turning in a thousand fires, infinite and hymn,
every angle folded into every other one—
you made the cosmos plural and you made it dance.

[Outro]
The sphere still turns inside us where you set it burning—
infinite, unstopped, alive in every synapse,
still teaching us the geometry of bravery.

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