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Cocaine On A Night Out

dancing on my own

The brain sketches the world ahead of time using memory, expectation, emotion, and chemistry, then checks incoming reality against that sketch. When the prediction fits, we feel steady, certain, grounded. When it doesn’t, the system jolts, confusion, overwhelm, anxiety, or meaning-making floods in as the mind scrambles to update the model.

The song explores the tension between certainty and instability: how strong expectations can bend reality to fit a belief, while weak or noisy predictions can make the world feel chaotic and unsafe. 

It captures the lived experience of oscillating between feeling invincible and feeling unmoored, depending on how well the internal map matches the external environment. 

This isn’t about being wrong or broken,  it’s about being human in a brain built to guess first and correct later. Where understanding how the mind works doesn’t stop the struggle, but it does offer perspective: a way to hold both chaos and hope at the same time, and to keep moving even when certainty flickers.

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Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I wake up in a world that my brain’s already drawn,
Blueprinted dreams in the quiet before dawn.
It’s a sketch, it’s a guess, it’s a half-built scene 
My mind runs ahead like it knows what I mean.
Streetlights flicker like they’re loading a file,
Life pre-rolls events by a second or a mile.
Every face, every noise, every footstep’s tone
Is a prediction my neurons claim as their own.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the signal hits, tiny shock to the chest,
When the world disagrees with the mind’s first guess.
Correct the frame, reset the lens,
Reboot the truth and start again.

[Chorus]
Cause we don’t see the world, we see the forecast,
Running on a loop with the odds recast.
Little pulse, little glitch, little sensory check:
Did I call that right? Did the world reflect?
If the guess is strong, then reality bends,
If it’s weak, every moment turns hurricane winds.
I’m a predictive-text heartbeat trying to cope,
Living every day somewhere between chaos and hope.


[Verse 2]
My brain asks quietly, What fits this scene?
Then fills in the blanks with whatever it means.
Half memory, half instinct, half dopamine spark,
It colours in daylight like it edits the dark.
When I’m sure, I’m a fortress; when I’m not, I’m a storm,
Strobe-light attention with a mind that won’t conform.
A whisper becomes meaning if the spotlight lands,
And the smallest surprise knocks the script from my hands.

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah the real world taps like a code on the glass,
Telling me my predictions were a little off-task.
Correct the glitch, rewrite the line,
Reset the map inside my mind.

[Chorus]

Cause we don’t see the world, we see the forecast,
Running on a loop with the odds recast.
Little pulse, little glitch, little sensory check,
Did I call that right? Did the world reflect?
If the guess is strong, then reality bends,
If it’s weak, every moment turns hurricane winds.
I’m a predictive-text heartbeat trying to cope,
Living every day somewhere between chaos and hope.

[Bridge]

Click, shift, error rate rising,
Dopamine spark in the synapse colliding.
Foresight fights with the sensory proof,
Which one’s real? Which one’s truth?
Overfit thinking or scattershot mind,
Either way I’m rewriting the scene every time.
Put me in a world, I’ll redraw the sky
Half of it logic, the rest is why?

[Final Chorus]

We don’t see the world, we see the forecast first,
Sometimes it’s gospel, sometimes it’s cursed.
A pulse, a glitch, a feedback loop,
A mind on the run in a high-speed scoop.
If the guess holds tight, then the walls stay straight,
If it fails, the horizon starts to oscillate.
I’m a predictive-text heartbeat, wired to roam,
Always one step ahead of the world I call home.


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