The Republic of Severed Light

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You crack the sky with steady hands,
tear the veil where light expands—
your cortex burning bright, predictive coding
mapping worlds that never were,
synaptic storms in constant stir,
each axon branch a door you're loading.
The knife gleams in your grip, precise,
and every cut rewires the price.

[Chorus]
You build the bridge between the real,
your mirror neurons make us *feel*
the weight of every choice you've made—
neuroplasticity in your veins,
long-term potentiation claims
each scar upon your hands, each blade.

[Verse 2]
Your hands remember every tear,
myelination thick from years of fear,
proprioception tuning into danger.
The hippocampus locks the shape—
that moment when you had to drape
yourself in grace, not stone, not anger.
Your theta waves collapse and climb,
spinning possibility through time,
each membrane stretched across the seam.

[Chorus]
You build the bridge between the real,
your mirror neurons make us *feel*
the weight of every choice you've made—
neuroplasticity in your veins,
long-term potentiation claims
each scar upon your hands, each blade.

[Bridge]
And in the trembling at your core—
interoception reading war—
you chose the wound that opens doors.
Your spindle cells still fire bright,
holding paradox and light,
knowing what the knife restores.

[Chorus]
You build the bridge between the real,
your mirror neurons make us *feel*
the weight of every choice you've made—
neuroplasticity in your veins,
long-term potentiation claims
each scar upon your hands, each blade.

[Outro]
The knife cuts clean between the worlds,
and in that gleaming space unfurled,
your hand holds steady on the edge—
not falling, reaching, building yet,
the bridge that no one will forget,
written in the flesh and pledge.