| 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 |