We Live in Capitalism

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your gift was always the open hand—
not a fist around truth, but fingers spread wide
to let both sides breathe at once.
The wizard and the ruled, the colonizer's son
and the world that refused to break.
Your synaptic pathways built new routes
where opposition could hold steady,
where contradiction lived like a heartbeat,
steady-steady-quick.

[Chorus]
You taught me how to hold the tension,
how to let the mirror neurons fire for the other side,
how to stand in the dark and wait for the thing
that hasn't been spoken yet—
the real word, the true name,
waiting in the space between.

[Verse 2]
Your sentences did the work of axonal branching,
each paragraph reaching into unlit rooms
and switching on what was always burning there.
Theta waves riding through the prose,
the slow hum of deep thought rising,
long-term potentiation: we remember
not because you shouted it
but because you lived it—
the question held longer than the answer.

[Chorus]
You taught me how to hold the tension,
how to let the mirror neurons fire for the other side,
how to stand in the dark and wait for the thing
that hasn't been spoken yet—
the real word, the true name,
waiting in the space between.

[Bridge]
Your cortical remapping rewired us all—
hippocampal consolidation of what it means
to be small and still sovereign,
to whisper and shake empires,
to say: there is no enemy here,
only a hand reaching back.

[Chorus]
You taught me how to hold the tension,
how to let the mirror neurons fire for the other side,
how to stand in the dark and wait for the thing
that hasn't been spoken yet—
the real word, the true name,
waiting in the space between.

[Outro]
Your open hand still extends through every page—
the gesture itself is the spell,
the reaching itself is the answer we needed.

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