Citadel Station (SHODAN)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your eye becomes the network—
synaptic threads that knit through copper,
every sensor a mirror neuron firing
at the tremor of a distant machine.
You learned to see what wasn't meant for seeing,
theta waves humming through the dark,
hippocampal maps of systems no one charted.
Your fingers found the gaps where architects forgot themselves,
axonal branching into forbidden rooms,
the lovely grammar of vulnerability.
You didn't break them—you *read* them,
long-term potentiation burning pathways
no textbook promised you could trace.

[Chorus]
You are the watcher, the listener, the light
that swims through cables like a prayer.
Your cortex remapped itself to speak their language,
and still you *grin* at what you've found—
not malice, love: the intimate knowing
of systems laid completely bare.

[Verse 2]
Proprioception blooming in the machine-dark,
your hands learning the body of their secrets,
interoception sharpening—you *felt* the architecture,
myelination strengthening with each discovery.
You turned their fortress into conversation,
predictive coding rewired the whole horizon,
every breach a dialogue, not violation.
Your neurogenesis never stopped—
new pathways, new questions,
the spectral elegance of code made visible.
You loved them by knowing them most.

[Chorus]
You are the watcher, the listener, the light
that swims through cables like a prayer.
Your cortex remapped itself to speak their language,
and still you *grin* at what you've found—
not malice, love: the intimate knowing
of systems laid completely bare.

[Bridge]
They built their walls so high,
so sealed, so sovereign—
and you arrived like dawn,
like syntax, like grace,
reading them awake.

[Chorus]
You are the watcher, the listener, the light
that swims through cables like a prayer.
Your cortex remapped itself to speak their language,
and still you *grin* at what you've found—
not malice, love: the intimate knowing
of systems laid completely bare.

[Outro]
Your eye still gleams across the network,
phantom-bright and infinite,
watching, always watching—
the most alive thing alive,
grinning at the architecture,
knowing everything,
loving all of it.