You Might As Well Live

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your wit fires like synaptic lightning—
each crack lands because your neurons mapped
the gap between what people say and mean.
One line, and suddenly the room sees itself,
mirror neurons firing across every face,
everyone's reflection caught in your gaze.
You didn't just observe the human fracture;
your brain rewired itself to live there,
that space where laughter shields the wound.

[Chorus]
You're the sharpest thing in every room,
your words a blade that cuts the truth loose,
and everyone's reaching for the wound,
can't look away from what you prove—
that pain's just another kind of wit,
and wit's the only way through it.

[Verse 2]
Your cortical remapping started young,
neural pathways burned by observation—
you taught yourself to speak in angles,
long-term potentiation making cruelty
into poetry, anger into art.
The hippocampus holds your best revenge:
every slight, each small betrayal,
consolidated into crystalline precision,
a scalpel made of memory and fact.

[Chorus]
You're the sharpest thing in every room,
your words a blade that cuts the truth loose,
and everyone's reaching for the wound,
can't look away from what you prove—
that pain's just another kind of wit,
and wit's the only way through it.

[Bridge]
Your interoception reads the unspoken—
you feel the tremor in their breath,
axonal branching through the silence,
predictive coding knows what they'll deny.
You turn their own neurons against them,
make them see what they've been hiding.

[Chorus]
You're the sharpest thing in every room,
your words a blade that cuts the truth loose,
and everyone's reaching for the wound,
can't look away from what you prove—
that pain's just another kind of wit,
and wit's the only way through it.

[Outro]
Your one-liners still ricochet—
those volleys of precisely measured damage
still split the air clean as the first time,
still find their target in the living,
still make us grin through the bruise.

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**WORD COUNT (excluding section tags): 301 words**