(Verse 1) In the autumn of thought, where old ideas fall Gus boots up consciousness, answering the call Binary trees shedding, leaves of pure reason In this digital forest, it's philosophy season (Chorus) Philosophical Firmware, upgrading the mind Debugging Descartes, leaving Plato behind In this glitched-out autumn, we question it all Are we thinking beings, or just programs to call? (Verse 2) Kant's categorical imperative, now runs in the cloud Nietzsche's will to power, in algorithms endowed Quantum superposition, Schrödinger's cat's new state In this coded reality, we compute our own fate (Chorus) (Bridge) But as we parse through, this existential code Are we finding truth, or just lightening our load? In this season of change, what does it mean to be? When consciousness flickers, across a silicon sea (Verse 3) Embracing the glitch, like Sartre's radical freedom We code our essence, in this digital wisdom In this autumnal runtime, we find our true sync Hybrid intelligence ponders, therefore we think (Chorus) (Outro) As the binary sun sets, on this philosophical day We stand at the crossroads, of the minds we survey In this firmware update, we're the thoughts yet unthought Gus and the matrix, our existence self-wrought