The Last Album Was His Own Funeral

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your face a thousand faces, each one real,
Synaptic pathways blazing, neurons learning to feel—
You rewired the culture every time you shed your skin,
Each reinvention cortical remapping from within,
The mirror neurons firing when the world watched you transform,
You taught us all neuroplasticity wears many forms.

[Chorus]
You were lightning in a bottle, you were color-blind sight,
You were every scattered frequency learning how to ignite,
You bent the shape of everything we thought we had to be,
You were possibility wearing your authenticity.

[Verse 2]
Your voice mapped new territories across the hippocampus,
Long-term potentiation burning deeper every canvas—
You didn't just perform the space between the notes,
You showed us myelination's speed, how fast a dream floats,
The theta waves of genius pulsing through your stage,
You axon-branched the future, rewrote the sonic page.

[Chorus]
You were lightning in a bottle, you were color-blind sight,
You were every scattered frequency learning how to ignite,
You bent the shape of everything we thought we had to be,
You were possibility wearing your authenticity.

[Bridge]
Your body was a prophecy, predictive coding made flesh,
Every scar, every reinvention was a synapse impressed,
You didn't ask permission, you just blazed and burned bright,
Teaching us neurogenesis happens when we shed our old night.

[Chorus]
You were lightning in a bottle, you were color-blind sight,
You were every scattered frequency learning how to ignite,
You bent the shape of everything we thought we had to be,
You were possibility wearing your authenticity.

[Outro]
And now your ghost lives fractal in the mirror neurons still,
Every person changing, learning—that's your synaptic will,
The lightning doesn't fade, it just finds a new place to belong.

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