Dan Bull - Origin of Symmetra lyrics

Symmetra light spectrum stretcher
Like someone gave a rectal speculum
To Escher bypassing time
Passing right through the projector
Rejecting physics like an upside down
Bottle of ketchup
Oblivious to implicit suggestion or gesture
Or unnecessary pleasantries
Etiquette et cetera she projects refractions
That increase in their effect
With each and every second that is passing
Cleaning up the battlefield
Satya she'll shield her companions
From the heat of all the action
And she needn't even be there
When it happens redirecting atoms
Into geometric patterns
Reconnect the fractions
Of a beam as a distraction
From the reading of the captions
She's just seeing your reaction


And perceiving matter that is weaved
Between all the abstractions
You can check the schematics
She's not electric
Pneumatic, frenetic, erratic
Or susceptible to panic
Although she's definitely
Lacking in empathetic empathicness
You know she'll never be melodramatic
Instead it's pure mathematics
Such a clever mechanic
Although she's enigmatic
You can expect a definite strategy
Careful method and tactically impeccable
Perfect immaculate
And yet coming at it from every facet
So you can bet there's no one better
Than Symmetra is at it look, free radical
Resetting the static, hook

In a blaze of Azure she's electric
Opening up an unknown door she's electric
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
She will glint and gleam and glide
She's electric in a seamless beam of light
She's electric
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
She will glint and gleam and glide
She's electric in a seamless beam of light
She's electric

Given her obsession with the colour spectrum
It is little wonder
That she's on the spectrum
Plucking string theory
With a one dimension Plectrum
Jamming with the devil is heavy
Better be expecting
The next level of perfection
An excessive obsession with order
Given less than a second
She'll have to set up the teleporter
Drawn a straight line
That never turns a corner
And explained why her syndrome
Isn't a disorder she will have opened a path
A literal not literary
Momentary lapse picture the moment
You actually notice perhaps
She's in a zone alone and no one knows
If she will or won't be reacting
Blowing open so many fractals
No wonder she's not overly focused
On being socially tactful
Doesn't find those roles fun to perform no
She's more at home among function and form
So appreciate the beat
The shape of the funk and inform
Those people mistakenly making the assumption
She's boring see beneath the surface
There's always a deeper meaning
Reason and purpose
Search exhaustively underneath
All of the layers autistic trait's
Are shaping order from chaos fate entwined
Manipulating light painting time
Wait rewind manipulating time
Painting light fate entwined

In a blaze of Azure she's electric
Opening up an unknown door she's electric
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
She will glint and gleam and glide
She's electric in a seamless beam of light
She's electric
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
Irrespective what a reflection's
Trajectory is symmetra projects
Technicolor retinal tears and tears
In a blaze of Azure she's electric
Opening up an unknown door she's electric
She will glint and gleam and glide
She's electric in a seamless beam of light
She's electric