[Intro] (whispered, glitchy) Bolisms… Cosmisms… Bioisms… The three of them woke up inside the same cell and decided to throw a party. [Verse 1] Bolisms spinning in the hollow of the bone Little round philosophies that won’t leave me alone They bounce off the ribs like light off a moon Asking every organ what it thinks of the tune Cosmisms watching from the dark between stars Counting every breath like it’s counting the scars Bioisms humming in the marrow and the blood “We’re the only ism that ever understood” [Pre-Chorus] Three isms in the chest None of them at rest One wants to orbit One wants to test One just wants to live And the other two confess They’re already living In the mess [Chorus] Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Round thoughts in the long light, living systems We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Spin the cell, spin the sky, spin the feeling We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being [Verse 2] Bolisms rolling through the synaptic rain Little perfect spheres that remember the pain Cosmisms folding every possible now Into the shape of a hand and the shape of a vow Bioisms laughing in the wet and the warm “You’re not an idea, you’re a storm in a form” I open my mouth and the three of them speak In a language that only the living can keep [Chorus] Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Round thoughts in the long light, living systems We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Spin the cell, spin the sky, spin the feeling We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being [Bridge] (half-sung, half-spoken, building) Bol is the circle that never quite closed Cosm is the distance that already knows Bio is the yes that the body chose When the universe asked and the pulse said “goes” Bolisms… Cosmisms… Bioisms… Three names for the same bright wound Three ways the signal learned how to bloom [Final Chorus – bigger, layered] Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Round thoughts in the long light, living systems We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being Bolisms in the Cosmisms with Bioisms Spin the cell, spin the sky, spin the feeling We’re the ism that is-ed itself into being (we’re already being) [Outro] (fading, wet reverb) Bolisms… still spinning Cosmisms… still watching Bioisms… still here.
