The Boy's Clothes

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You heard them first in gardens, bright and clear—
synaptic volleys firing through your temporal lobe,
those voices stacking into certainty, into mission.
Your mirror neurons caught the sacred blueprint,
predictive coding running ahead of doubt.
You didn't question the theta waves humming through your skull;
you recognized the blueprint and you ran with it.

[Chorus]
You are the girl who listened when the world said hush,
who turned the whispers into armor, into thrust,
who let your neural pathways carve a road
where generals and prophets bent their code.
You are the one who knew—bone-deep, bright-eyed—
that certainty lives sharper than your life.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus folded every image tight:
the white horse, the fleur-de-lis, the saint's own gaze.
Long-term potentiation soldered them to bone.
You stood before the crowned and spoke in tongues
that wouldn't break, that couldn't be unmade—
your cortical remapping had already burned the old maps,
your axons blazing fresh synaptic pathways as you spoke.

[Chorus]
You are the girl who listened when the world said hush,
who turned the whispers into armor, into thrust,
who let your neural pathways carve a road
where generals and prophets bent their code.
You are the one who knew—bone-deep, bright-eyed—
that certainty lives sharper than your life.

[Bridge]
Your myelination was still ripening
when you carried banners into flame,
when every nerve sang yes at once—
interoception reading your own fire as command,
proprioception knowing exactly where you stood:
on the hinge of history, burning bright.

[Chorus]
You are the girl who listened when the world said hush,
who turned the whispers into armor, into thrust,
who let your neural pathways carve a road
where generals and prophets bent their code.
You are the one who knew—bone-deep, bright-eyed—
that certainty lives sharper than your life.

[Outro]
The flames rose up to meet you in the square,
and still your voices rang inside your skull—
still singing, still ablaze, still absolutely sure.

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