Origin Of Symmetra

(album: Generation Gaming XX: The Next Generation (Gaming) - 2020)

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 traits
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