audio by artist tool

Black, and white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reachin' out to me, lets me see
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend

Over thinkin', over analyzin' separates the body from the mind, withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must, feed my will to feel thy moment drawing way outside the lines

Black, and white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me,
lets me see there is so much more