First, the ground rules get established
Memory is historically inaccurate
But repetition, repetition seems
To find the melody's secret
Rooted, unchanged
Patterns form and feel important
The starting lines of a living blueprint
All this information, information is key
To drawing distinctions between
Waking life and our dreams
Our dreams
It overwhelms the nervous system
This fearful, constant state of comparison
And all grey matter, all grey matter's
An embarrassment of riches in our head
We gravitate to black or white instead
We were designed to send mixed signals
Warning mix made up of different pixels
All subject to interpretation
Two binary systems, binary systems run
And the vibrancy of everything
Becomes zeroes and ones
Patterns form and feel important
It's the first brushstroke of a self portrait