Total System Reset

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
At 6:30 AM in the quiet lab at UCSF,
the air holds steady at 68 degrees Fahrenheit,
I sit in this worn chair, facing the mirror that reflects nothing but wires.
You, the EEG cap, settle on my scalp like a crown of forgotten promises,
electrodes cold against skin, gel sticky as the regrets I can't wash off.
Norman Doidge wrote in 2007 that the brain changes itself,
but here, in this room with the scent of antiseptic clinging to the walls,
I address you directly, cap of silver nodes, listener to my hidden storms.

[Chorus]
Total system reset, begin now.
Feel the hum, that faint rhythmic beep at twenty cycles per second,
rewiring pathways I thought were lost in the accident of March 15th, 2019.
You map the sparks, electrode by electrode,
from frontal lobe to the quiet depths where childhood songs wait,
like that melody from 1985, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,' emerging unbidden.
Reset, reset, in this sterile embrace.

[Verse 2]
The TMS device hums nearby, but it's you I trust,
cap with your twenty-four leads, each one a bridge to recovery.
I squeeze the old stress ball, red rubber worn thin from sessions,
counting breaths while you chart the shifts, neuron by neuron.
In the book, Doidge spoke of patients like me, unnamed in the papers,
their stories missing from the records, just data points on a graph.
But you know, you feel the pulse, the warmth under the gel at 20 degrees Celsius.

[Bridge]
And in the late hours, when researchers sip bitter black coffee at 2 AM,
studying scans from rooms like this,
I imagine you whispering back, cap of wire and hope,
telling me the brain is an open system, ready to rebuild.
No more fog, no more locked doors.

[Verse 3]
One more session, electrodes pressing like insistent fingers,
reminding me of the small strange fact—how stimulation revives tunes from decades ago.
Here, in this controlled chill, you orchestrate the recovery,
addressing each synapse by name, firing them awake.

[Chorus]
Total system reset, complete it now.
Hum building, beeps aligning in harmony,
from the accident's shadow to this morning light.
You map it all, cap on my head,
childhood songs and new paths intertwining.
Reset, reset, in your quiet grip.

[Outro]
Thank you, EEG cap, for the reset.