The Seeds They Would Not Eat

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands in the soil, mapping the root,
each grain catalogued, each legacy fruit—
synaptic pathways firing across your cortex
as you walk through the rows: a living index.
The wheat remembers what your fingers know.
You're building the bridge the future will follow.

[Chorus]
Your vault is the answer before the question,
your reaching becomes our resurrection—
every seed you've held is a thought preserved,
every careful note is a circuit deserved.
You're teaching the earth how to teach itself back.

[Verse 2]
Predictive coding running through your veins:
you see the famine before it names itself,
the drought, the war—your hippocampus consolidates
what others refuse to hold. Neurogenesis
in the margins of your notebooks—new cells blooming
as you plant possibility in ice. Your axons branch
toward futures you'll never taste.

[Chorus]
Your vault is the answer before the question,
your reaching becomes our resurrection—
every seed you've held is a thought preserved,
every careful note is a circuit deserved.
You're teaching the earth how to teach itself back.

[Bridge]
They'll silence you. The glial cells will keep firing
long after you're gone—your interoception,
your body's knowing, lives in what you've stored.
You touched ten thousand species into tomorrow.
The spindle cells are singing: *this is what matters.*

[Chorus]
Your vault is the answer before the question,
your reaching becomes our resurrection—
every seed you've held is a thought preserved,
every careful note is a circuit deserved.
You're teaching the earth how to teach itself back.

[Outro]
The chamber stays cold. The seeds stay alive.
Your fingers still open them in the dark.