It contains plus and minus everything
  The odd combinations are what make up
  The world that you see before you
  In one hand I hold what people call good
  The rest I hold in the other
  But these are just symbols to the perfected minds
  Of which we are but mere reflections
  I was born to synthesize
  Energize and catalyze
  Like waves on still water the forms reappear
  Quickly erasing the ones before
  But forms like these are born only to die
  But the life in them lives forever
  Pyramids, spheres, and obelisks
  	are the patterns of all creation
  But the red polygon's only desire
  	is to get to the blue triangle
  I was born to synthesize
  Visions rise before your eyes
  I was born to synthesize
  The orbits of consciousness spin 'round and 'round
  Apparently they go nowhere
  But the odd combinations are leading you on
  To your home which is in the center
  You were born to synthesize
  Ain't no jive - it's no surprise
  You were born to synthesize