Dm F C G

[Verse 1]
Dm                      F               C G
First, the ground rules get established
    Dm               F          C G
Memory is historically inaccurate
     Dm          F          C
But repetition, repetition sings
      G                     Dm     F           C     G
Till finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged

[Verse 2]
 Dm                F            C G
Patterns form and feel important
      Dm                 F             C G
The starting lines of a living blueprint
          Dm         F                C
All this information in formation is key
    G                    Dm             F           C    G
To draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams
     Dm
Our dreams

[Verse 3]
   Dm              F             C G
It overwhelms the nervous system
              Dm               F         C G
This fearful constant state of comparison
   Dm                F                C
In our grey matter, all grey matters
      G                       Dm
An embarrassment of riches in our heads
   F              C                G
We gravitate to black or white instead

[Verse 4]
   Dm                F
We were designed to send mixed signals
C                     G
One image made up of different pixels
Dm                F           C G
All subject to interpretation
     Dm              F               C
Till binary systems, binary systems run
         G                     Dm       F        C    G
And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones

Dm                Am            C G
Patterns form and feel important
          Dm                      Am          C G
It'€™s the first brush stroke of a self-portrait