Lyrics:

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