If Cuthbert Gives You Trouble

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You strapped the limb on every morning—
oak and leather, a second volition,
and your brain rewired the phantom,
cortical remapping, synapse by synapse,
till proprioception sang your new stride
across the border in the dark,
radio operator's fingers bright
with codes only you could crack.

[Chorus]
Your body became the message,
every step a transmission,
every scar a frequency
only the desperate could decode—
you moved through occupied rooms
like you owned the air itself.

[Verse 2]
They called you Artemus when you vanished,
but your mirror neurons fired for the agents
you'd never met, predicted their next moves
like you lived inside their skin,
while myelination wrapped your nerves
tighter, faster—theta waves
keeping you awake for seventy-two hours,
moving money, moving people,
moving the invisible machinery of resistance.

[Chorus]
Your body became the message,
every step a transmission,
every scar a frequency
only the desperate could decode—
you moved through occupied rooms
like you owned the air itself.

[Bridge]
The wooden leg stayed in the water
while you swam the river,
your hippocampus burned with every name,
every safe house, every rendezvous—
long-term potentiation of survival,
the brain remembering what it must never forget,
and still you grinned
in photographs the enemy never found.

[Chorus]
Your body became the message,
every step a transmission,
every scar a frequency
only the desperate could decode—
you moved through occupied rooms
like you owned the air itself.

[Outro]
The wooden leg stayed behind,
but you—you kept walking,
one synapse firing ahead of capture,
one stride ahead of surrender,
forever.