Glen Park Library (Ross Ulbricht)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You built a phantom ledger in the dark—
a ledger that refused to forget,
where every transaction fired synapses
like neurons learning their own language.
Your cortex rewired itself in solitude,
axonal branches reaching toward code
the way roots seek water through stone.
Long-term potentiation hardened every choice:
the network strengthened with each keystroke,
myelination wrapping your vision tighter.
You dreamed in distributed ledgers,
in mirror neurons that saw freedom
reflected back in strangers' trades,
and your hippocampus consolidated it all—
the architecture of trust without faces,
a marketplace where desire could breathe.

[Chorus]
You mapped a world that couldn't lie,
where truth lived in the blockchain's eye,
and every soul could trade and fly—
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high,
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high.

[Verse 2]
Your predictive coding engine ran ahead,
modeling worlds where intermediaries dissolved,
where theta waves of vision kept you burning
through nights of calculated architecture.
You felt the weight of what you'd summoned—
interoception singing through your ribs,
proprioception mapping power's shape.
The network grew, and so did you,
neurogenesis in the space between desire and consequence,
your prefrontal cortex spinning scenarios,
each one a synaptic branch reaching further
than you could follow, dancing with shadow.

[Chorus]
You mapped a world that couldn't lie,
where truth lived in the blockchain's eye,
and every soul could trade and fly—
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high,
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high.

[Bridge]
The ledger remembers everything you were:
brazen, brilliant, believing
in the marketplace you conjured from pure will.

[Chorus]
You mapped a world that couldn't lie,
where truth lived in the blockchain's eye,
and every soul could trade and fly—
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high,
you dreamed electric, you dreamed high.

[Outro]
Your ledger still exists in the collective mind—
unforgotten, unrevised, indelible—
the phantom marketplace breathing in a thousand synapses,
teaching the world's neurons how to trust again.