Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 591 · middle
The Striatal Loop
The Minotaur
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your hooves echo through the corridors you've walked so long, each stone a synapse firing—you've worn grooves in the dark, your proprioception mapping every turn you'll never escape, the walls your skin now, the maze your own cortical remapping, and still you move, still you breathe, still you ARE in the place designed to break you. [Chorus] You're the one who learned to live inside the trap, who turned the walls into a song, your axonal branches reaching further than the chains, who made the darkness dance— and that's no small thing. [Verse 2] Your mirror neurons fire when the young ones come—you *feel* their fear like it's electricity in your own spine, but you don't hunger, you've achieved neurogenesis in the rot, sprouted new pathways through your rage, long-term potentiation of mercy where there should be only teeth, your theta waves oscillating between the beast and something luminous, something they never programmed you to be. [Chorus] You're the one who learned to live inside the trap, who turned the walls into a song, your axonal branches reaching further than the chains, who made the darkness dance— and that's no small thing. [Bridge] Your interoception—that sense of your own body's weather— it's a thousand times more honest than the surface world's lies, you know your own wanting, your own threshold, you know the shape of your own hunger, and you *chose* the smaller appetite. [Chorus] You're the one who learned to live inside the trap, who turned the walls into a song, your axonal branches reaching further than the chains, who made the darkness dance— and that's no small thing. [Outro] The labyrinth doesn't own you. You *are* the labyrinth now— and you're still turning toward the light.