Letra de Mind

First, the ground rules get established Memory is historically inaccurate But repetition, repetition sings 'Til finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged Patterns form and feel important The starting lines of a living blueprint All this information in formation is key To draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams It overwhelms the nervous system This fearful constant state of comparison In our grey matter, all grey matters An embarrassment of riches in our heads We gravitate to black or white instead We were designed to send mixed signals One image made up of different pixels All subject to interpretation 'Til binary systems, binary systems run And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones Patterns form and feel important It's the first brush stroke of a self-portrait