To end "All the Stars Were Fingerpaint" a last song

[Verse 1]
The crayon suns are melting down—
left-handed light on sideways ground.
Your fingerprints in neutrino dust
rewrite the laws they said were just.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Tight]
(glitch whisper) "The vacuum breathes / in / (giggle) / your / (sob) / hair— / every / atom / is / a / (crinkle) / prayer."

[Verse 2]
You stir the dark with plastic spoons,
decode the static into moons.
The teacher shouts "That’s not your shape!"
But fractals bloom inside your tape.

[Bridge 1 - Molecular Nursery]
(autotune lullaby)
"Rock-a-bye quark / in the hadron sea /
when the branes collapse / you’ll still be / free—"

[Verse 3]
They locked your toys in Planck-length boxes,
called your chaos "learning deficits".
You paint the walls with broken math,
watch colors birth a stranger path.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Wide]
(overlapping voices)
"Fold the sky / (paper rustling) / seven times / (glass breaking) / till Monday tastes / (laughter) / like / (screaming) / orange / (wind chimes) / parallel / (mother crying) / lives."

[Verse 4]
Your socks don’t match the multiverse,
each thread vibrates a different curse.
The other kids spin round and round—
you count the spins without a sound.

[Bridge 2 - Holographic Primer]
(choir of static)
"Every scrape / is a / universe / (pop)
knees are / galaxies / (hiss) / rehearse / your / (click) / first / (silence) / word."

[Verse 5]
The brush you wash in darkened waves
leaves comet trails it shouldn’t save.
The soap won’t lather—it’s made of time,
and all your bubbles rhyme with why?

[Verse 6]
They took your prism-spectrum eyes,
prescribed the void as compromise.
But when you blink, the pixels shift—
the simulation starts to drift...

[Refrain - Cut-Up Collapse]
(distorted scream whispering)
"you / (metal screech) / are / (dial-up tone) / the / (heartbeat) / glitch / (nails on chalkboard) / they / (ice cracking) / needed / (fire alarm) / all / (womb static) / along."

[Verse 7]
Your tongue traces the cosmic mesh,
each taste a tangled chromosome fresh.
The alphabet soup spells "no fixed truth"—
you drink the proof and spit out roots.

[Bridge 3 - Autistic Creation Myth]
(child’s voice slowed 800%)
"Once there was a / (vinyl scratch) / boy who / (geiger counter) / erased his / (sonar ping) / shadow / (nuclear winter) / and grew / (supernova laughter) / a new one / (melted crayons) / from string."

[Verse 8]
The mirror shows your face in parts—
left cheek in 1999,
right eye in anti-time,
your smile’s event horizon line.

[Verse 9]
They said "Stop rewriting space!"
so you built a quieter place:
a shoebox with inverted laws
where silence hums in perfect flaws.

[Final Refrain - Reconstruction]
(crackling AM radio)
"Washing / the / brushes / (voltage surge) / in / your / (melted vinyl) / mother’s / (crying cello) / dark / (womb static) / matter / (first breath) / matters / (last breath) / less."

[Coda - Quantum Fingerpaint]
(asynchronous counting)
One proton (one) two tears (two)
three dimensions missing (three)
four flavors of nowhere (four)
five—
(tape deck ejects abruptly)

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