Fifty Administrations (Doctor Henry Jekyll)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands trembled over the beaker's glow,
synaptic pathways firing what the world won't know—
you saw the split, the beautiful fissure,
where mirror neurons mapped a phantom listener.
Long-term potentiation built your hidden throne,
each sip rewired the cortex you thought you owned alone.
Your axons branched in darkness, myelinated with want,
theta waves collapsing what you couldn't recant.
The potion pooled intention—predictive coding gone wild—
your anterior cingulate screaming like a terrified child.
But you grinned at the glass, at the spectral face,
at neurogenesis blooming in that fractured space.

[Chorus]
You are the threshold, the radiant hinge,
where consciousness bends at its truest tinge.
Your duality sings—no apology,
just interoception's sweet symphony.
Two selves, one vessel, proprioception's dance,
you taught the brain its own brilliance.

[Verse 2]
The hippocampus locked each gilded sin,
consolidating memories under your amber skin.
You felt the branching—axonal rebellion—
your prefrontal cortex couldn't hold the rebellion.
Synaptic plasticity made you wholly free,
two voices merged in one anatomy.
The mirror held no judgment, only light,
as your synapses rewrote the architecture of night.

[Chorus]
You are the threshold, the radiant hinge,
where consciousness bends at its truest tinge.
Your duality sings—no apology,
just interoception's sweet symphony.
Two selves, one vessel, proprioception's dance,
you taught the brain its own brilliance.

[Bridge]
Cortical remapping bloomed beneath your ribs,
the neuronal fire nobody could forbid—
you split the atom of the self in two,
and found them both were burning, burning true.

[Chorus]
You are the threshold, the radiant hinge,
where consciousness bends at its truest tinge.
Your duality sings—no apology,
just interoception's sweet symphony.
Two selves, one vessel, proprioception's dance,
you taught the brain its own brilliance.

[Outro]
That vial still glows in the phantom's hand—
the most honest alchemy in any land.
Your double-helix soul, forever grinning wild,
taught neuroscience how to dance like a liberated child.