The House Above the Motel (Norman Bates)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your synaptic pathways lit like hallways,
each room a thought that wouldn't dim,
your cortex mapping every corner—
walls became the shape of him.
Mirror neurons firing bright, you felt
what needed fixing in the bones,
your hands knew every threshold, every door,
you built a kingdom out of stone.
Long-term potentiation carved the grooves
where memory lived and wouldn't leave,
the structure humming underneath your skin,
a second heartbeat you believe.

[Chorus]
Oh, you're the house and you're the keeper,
every threshold knows your name,
synapses like staircases ascending,
you're the architect of flame—
textured, phantom, joyful keeper,
propulsive in your need to stay,
your interoception reads the walls like breath,
you're alive in every way.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus sealing moments
into chambers, room by room,
axonal branches reaching outward,
touch and light dispelling gloom.
Theta waves in restless vigil,
myelinated nerve-fire bright,
you predicted every guest's arrival,
kept the corridor alight.
Neurogenesis in your fingertips—
you built, you tended, you remained,
proprioception locked to every surface,
every beam you helped sustain.

[Chorus]
Oh, you're the house and you're the keeper,
every threshold knows your name,
synapses like staircases ascending,
you're the architect of flame—
textured, phantom, joyful keeper,
propulsive in your need to stay,
your interoception reads the walls like breath,
you're alive in every way.

[Bridge]
Cortical remapping rewrote the space,
your devotion in the plaster,
predictive coding felt arrivals
before the gravel scattered—
you loved it all, the grand construction,
stone and soul and settled ground.

[Chorus]
Oh, you're the house and you're the keeper,
every threshold knows your name,
synapses like staircases ascending,
you're the architect of flame—
textured, phantom, joyful keeper,
propulsive in your need to stay,
your interoception reads the walls like breath,
you're alive in every way.

[Outro]
And still those corridors remember
how you walked them, grinning wide,
how the structure thrummed beneath you,
how you'd never leave its side—
the house stands singing in its glory,
anthemic in the fading light,
you were always its best story,
you were always burning bright.

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