He Also Swordfights

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers trace the scaffold of a world—
ten thousand pages stacked like synaptic spines,
each neuron firing brighter as you build
the cathedrals of your cryptographic mind.
You don't rush the architecture;
you let the axons branch, let them find their way.

[Chorus]
You're the one who teaches us to *think* again,
to hold the whole machine inside our hands,
to feel the weight of systems turning slow,
the pleasure of a logic that demands
we show up, pay attention, stay *awake*—
you make the thinking *sing*.

[Verse 2]
The cortical remapping happens here:
you've trained our mirror neurons to perceive
the beauty in a proof, the theta waves
of deep cognition rippling through our sleep.
Long-term potentiation burns your sentences
into our memory like molten tungsten.
You don't condescend the mathematics;
you marry it to breath, to hunger, *want*.

[Chorus]
You're the one who teaches us to *think* again,
to hold the whole machine inside our hands,
to feel the weight of systems turning slow,
the pleasure of a logic that demands
we show up, pay attention, stay *awake*—
you make the thinking *sing*.

[Bridge]
Your prose becomes our proprioceptive map—
we feel the shape of consequence, the heft
of every choice that branches into ten.
The glial cells of wonder multiply.
You've rewired us for *rapture*.

[Chorus]
You're the one who teaches us to *think* again,
to hold the whole machine inside our hands,
to feel the weight of systems turning slow,
the pleasure of a logic that demands
we show up, pay attention, stay *awake*—
you make the thinking *sing*.

[Outro]
So keep building—stack the spines, let them gleam.
Your architecture lives inside our axons now,
still growing, still reaching, still *alive*.