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
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
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