Origin of Symmetra - Dan Bull

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