Goldeneye Was a House First

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers trace the blueprint of a man
who never needed permission to imagine—
each weapon, each gadget, each sleek invention
a synapse firing across the page like lightning.
Your cortical remapping bends the ordinary:
a pen becomes a gun, a watch a blade,
and in that moment of predictive coding,
you're already three moves ahead of death.

[Chorus]
You write the world in silver, write it lean,
where every word's a trigger, sharp and clean—
your sentences reload with synaptic fire,
taking us exactly where we need to go,
exactly where we need to go.

[Verse 2]
The hippocampal consolidation of your obsessions:
gadgets, codes, the geometry of danger.
Your myelinated pathways hum with urgency,
theta waves conducting pure intention
through every martini, every seduction, every escape.
You don't flinch at the dark—you catalog it,
mirror neurons reading every fear and hunger,
then hand it back as art.

[Chorus]
You write the world in silver, write it lean,
where every word's a trigger, sharp and clean—
your sentences reload with synaptic fire,
taking us exactly where we need to go,
exactly where we need to go.

[Bridge]
The interoception of your craft—you feel the danger
before it breathes, before it moves.
Axonal branching of your restless genius:
one man becomes a thousand possibilities,
each version deadlier than the last.

[Chorus]
You write the world in silver, write it lean,
where every word's a trigger, sharp and clean—
your sentences reload with synaptic fire,
taking us exactly where we need to go,
exactly where we need to go.

[Outro]
Your secret waits in the barrel of your pen,
reloading, reloading—
one word changes everything.

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**WORD COUNT: 270 words** ✓