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A handful of nothing is all that i need |
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It contains plus and minus everything |
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The odd combinations are what make up |
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The world that you see before you |
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In one hand i hold what people call good |
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The rest i hold in the other |
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But these are just symbols to the perfected minds |
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Of which we are but mere reflections |
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I was born to synthesize |
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Energize and catalyze |
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I was born to synthesize |
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Like waves on still water the forms reappear |
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Quickly erasing the ones before |
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But forms like these are born only to die |
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But the life in them lives forever |
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Pyramids, spheres, and obelisks |
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Are the patterns of all creation |
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But the red polygon's only desire |
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Is to get to the blue triangle |
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I was born to synthesize |
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Visions rise before your eyes |
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I was born to synthesize |
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The orbits of consciousness spin 'round and 'round |
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Apparently they go nowhere |
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But the odd combinations are leading you on |
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To your home which is in the center |
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You were born to synthesize |
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Ain't no jive - it's no surprise |
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You were born to synthesize |
