One Hundred Seventy-Four Cats (Charles Domery)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your mouth becomes a mirror neuron firing,
each phantom taste a synapse newly wired—
the way your neurons map what others ate,
then rewire themselves to celebrate.
You'd swallow fabric, leather, rope, and bone,
your hippocampus consolidating each stone
into a texture only you could know,
your cortex remapping as desires grow.
The axons branching deeper, wider still,
long-term potentiation bending to your will,
your hunger rewrites what the body craves—
not gluttony but plasticity's wild waves.

[Chorus]
You are appetite made luminous,
the wanting made miraculous,
each hunger a ata kak drumming through your chest,
your need the body's honesty, confessed—
you swallow down the world and make it new,
the universe condensing into you.

[Verse 2]
Your proprioception blazes like a saint's,
interoception paints what hunger paints—
you feel the phantom edge of every thing,
theta waves cascading as you sing
the grammar of desire into the dark,
your myelinated pathways burning stark.
The predictive coding of your brain
anticipated fullness, welcomed pain,
neurogenesis blooming in each choice,
your hunger gave the voiceless body voice.

[Chorus]
You are appetite made luminous,
the wanting made miraculous,
each hunger a ata kak drumming through your chest,
your need the body's honesty, confessed—
you swallow down the world and make it new,
the universe condensing into you.

[Bridge]
No abstinence could dim your restless fire,
your synapstic songs of pure desire—
Typhon-wild and grinning at the feast,
your hunger was the truest truth, at least.

[Chorus]
You are appetite made luminous,
the wanting made miraculous,
each hunger a ata kak drumming through your chest,
your need the body's honesty, confessed—
you swallow down the world and make it new,
the universe condensing into you.

[Outro]
And still your throat remains wide open—
hungry, alive, unbroken.