In the corridors of time, we dwell
Living in the echoes of what once befell
Perception's veil, a twisted game
Reality's illusion, we're all the same
A predictive process, our minds obey
Trapped in the past, where shadows sway
Indirect realism, the truth we find
In the depths of our predictive mind
Fabricated by the mind's embrace
Our existence but a mental maze
In the realm of predictive play
Heavy metal souls, we shall sway
With every blink, a new illusion's born
Our own internal world, we adorn
Generative models, shaping our sight
In the dance of darkness and light
Color, a mere illusion's grace
As we navigate this twisted space
Thermodynamic energy, our guide
In the depths of this mental tide
Fabricated by the mind's embrace
Our existence but a mental maze
In the realm of predictive play
Heavy metal souls, we shall sway
Surprise and uncertainty, our tools of fate
Glucose and oxygen, our mind's gate
Grand unifying theory, a cosmic roar
In the chaos of our mental core