Cornwall or Somerset (King Arthur)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hand upon the hilt, synaptic lightning learns
how grip becomes a language, how the blade returns
to muscle memory, long-term potentiation firing
through your wrist—the stone still glowing, requir­ing
nothing but your reach. The cortex remaps daily,
your proprioception singing: *you are worthy, barely
trembling*. That phantom weight before you lift it,
your predictive coding reads the stone's own gift. It
knows you. Your mirror neurons dance with destiny,
watching kingdoms watch you, synced in symphony.

[Chorus]
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out,
Your grip rewrote what anyone could doubt,
The world went taut as strings upon a bow,
You split the dark and made the daylight glow,
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out.

[Verse 2]
Your theta waves cascade through sleep each night,
hippocampal threads consolidate your fight—
the memory not of pulling, but of *knowing*
you'd always been the one, the axons glowing
with recognition, myelination swift, your nerve
a highway built for kingship. You deserve
the weight because your neurons mapped this path
before the stone existed, felt the math
of destiny embed in every choice.
Your interoception is a kingdom's voice.

[Chorus]
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out,
Your grip rewrote what anyone could doubt,
The world went taut as strings upon a bow,
You split the dark and made the daylight glow,
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out.

[Bridge]
The blade drinks light. Your hand drinks certainty.
Each swing births new neurogenesis—
the brain blooming, axonal branching boundless,
you're not just king, you're *becoming*, grounded
in every nerve, every synapse singing.

[Chorus]
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out,
Your grip rewrote what anyone could doubt,
The world went taut as strings upon a bow,
You split the dark and made the daylight glow,
You pulled the sword from stone and light poured out.

[Outro]
Stone splits. Your fist remembers triumph.
The blade knows only you.