The Woman Who Checked Herself In

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You spun inside a glass vial spinning,
Dark as mercury, light as a sigh—
Your mirror neurons fired at every face you met,
Synaptic pathways etched by whispers, lies, and light.
Eighty days your axons stretched across an atlas,
Each cortical map rewiring faster than the trains,
Your hippocampus cementing every station name,
Long-term potentiation burning through your veins.
The bottle held you whole: reporter, spy, stowaway—
Predictive coding read the world before you spoke it,
Your neurons hummed the story while your fingers wrote.

[Chorus]
You were the bottle flying,
Glass and grit and brilliant light,
Spinning round the turning earth,
Synaptic fire burning bright,
You were the bottle flying,
Phantom speed, propulsive grace,
Every synapse ablaze with proof:
The world bends to your face.

[Verse 2]
Your proprioception knew the tilt of every ship,
Interoception mapped the fear inside your ribs—
Yet myelination made you faster than the doubt,
Theta waves of sleep dissolved the static in your skull.
Ten thousand miles of branching axons carrying your voice,
Neurogenesis blooming in the factories you found,
Your brain remapped its very shape with every crossing,
Long-term potentiation tattooed courage on your ground.

[Chorus]
You were the bottle flying,
Glass and grit and brilliant light,
Spinning round the turning earth,
Synaptic fire burning bright,
You were the bottle flying,
Phantom speed, propulsive grace,
Every synapse ablaze with proof:
The world bends to your face.

[Bridge]
Cortical remapping wrote your legend,
Mirror neurons taught the world to see—
Syn-textured silk and urgency,
You shattered every bottle meant to hold you.

[Chorus]
You were the bottle flying,
Glass and grit and brilliant light,
Spinning round the turning earth,
Synaptic fire burning bright,
You were the bottle flying,
Phantom speed, propulsive grace,
Every synapse ablaze with proof:
The world bends to your face.

[Outro]
The bottle flew—and you were never contained.