The Ballistic Wall

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your body maps the river's grammar—
each spine a sentence written by the water,
each fin a question asked and answered
in the language of the stones below.
You sculpt yourself to fit the rushing,
your cortex already remapping
what your ancestors learned:
the current is a teacher that never speaks.

[Chorus]
You are the muscle-memory made visible,
the answer that swims before the question forms,
your whole self bent to read what moves around you—
this is how a life becomes a perfect fit.

[Verse 2]
Those stubborn pectoral fins, your anchors,
grown thick with synaptic plasticity,
each grip rewiring how you hold the riverbed,
long-term potentiation burning bright
in neurons that have learned to grip and grip again.
Your skull compressed, your body low and sculptured—
not weakness, but a thousand tight decisions
made flesh, made bone, made the shape of thriving
in a place that would crush anything less willing to change.

[Chorus]
You are the muscle-memory made visible,
the answer that swims before the question forms,
your whole self bent to read what moves around you—
this is how a life becomes a perfect fit.

[Bridge]
Your mirror neurons fire when you watch the stone,
you predict the water before it comes,
your interoception tuned so fine
you feel the pressure-maps of every rapid,
and you reshape yourself to greet them—
this is not survival, it's a conversation
written in the grammar of your own becoming.

[Chorus]
You are the muscle-memory made visible,
the answer that swims before the question forms,
your whole self bent to read what moves around you—
this is how a life becomes a perfect fit.

[Outro]
The river sculpts you, and you sculpt the river back,
armored and low and laughing in the current,
the perfect stones don't ask to be perfect—
they just answer the water with their shape.