Life Substance #25 - The Talent Kernel for Intelligence

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
When feeling is blind and the gravity pulls,
We need a new power, a maker of rules.
A brilliant designer to calculate time,
To find the pure reason, the rhythm and rhyme.
The talent for intellect, sharp as a knife,
A secret revealed in the Book of Life.

[Pre-Chorus]
The analyzer waking from the dark,
The cold and calculating, brilliant spark!
To measure the heavens and conquer the unknown,
To build a new kingdom of crystal and stone!

[Chorus]
The talent for intelligence, the kernel of the mind!
Leaving the chaos and the shadows behind!
The spark of pure reason, the logic and the light,
Turning the blindness into vision bright!
The cosmic analyzer, the architect of space,
Putting the universe in perfect place!

[Verse 2]
It builds the great cities, it reaches the stars,
It measures the distance to Venus and Mars.
From cold mathematics to brilliant design,
It orders the cosmos in patterns divine.
A crystal of focus, a clarity deep,
Waking the thinker from ignorant sleep.

[Pre-Chorus]
The analyzer waking from the dark,
The cold and calculating, brilliant spark!
To measure the heavens and conquer the unknown,
To build a new kingdom of crystal and stone!

[Bridge]
Without the clear thinker, we wander astray,
It parses the night and it numbers the day!
The grand understanding, the brain and the chart,
The perfect companion to feeling and heart!
It figures the puzzle, it opens the door,
It calculates what we are destined for!

[Instrumental Solo]

[Final Chorus]
The talent for intelligence, the kernel of the mind!
Leaving the chaos and the shadows behind!
The spark of pure reason, the logic and the light,
Turning the blindness into vision bright!
The cosmic analyzer, the architect of space,
Putting the universe in perfect place!

[Outro]
The cold and brilliant light...
The talent for intelligence...
Substance twenty-five.

[End]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] When feeling is blind and the gravity pulls, We need a new power, a maker of rules. A brilliant designer to calculate time, To find the pure reason, the rhythm and rhyme. The talent for intellect, sharp as a knife, A secret revealed in the Book of Life. [Pre-Chorus] The analyzer waking from the dark, The cold and calculating, brilliant spark! To measure the heavens and conquer the unknown, To build a new kingdom of crystal and stone! [Chorus] The talent for intelligence, the kernel of the mind! Leaving the chaos and the shadows behind! The spark of pure reason, the logic and the light, Turning the blindness into vision bright! The cosmic analyzer, the architect of space, Putting the universe in perfect place! [Verse 2] It builds the great cities, it reaches the stars, It measures the distance to Venus and Mars. From cold mathematics to brilliant design, It orders the cosmos in patterns divine. A crystal of focus, a clarity deep, Waking the thinker from ignorant sleep. [Pre-Chorus] The analyzer waking from the dark, The cold and calculating, brilliant spark! To measure the heavens and conquer the unknown, To build a new kingdom of crystal and stone! [Chorus] The talent for intelligence, the kernel of the mind! Leaving the chaos and the shadows behind! The spark of pure reason, the logic and the light, Turning the blindness into vision bright! The cosmic analyzer, the architect of space, Putting the universe in perfect place! [Bridge] Without the clear thinker, we wander astray, It parses the night and it numbers the day! The grand understanding, the brain and the chart, The perfect companion to feeling and heart! It figures the puzzle, it opens the door, It calculates what we are destined for! [Instrumental Solo] [Final Chorus] The talent for intelligence, the kernel of the mind! Leaving the chaos and the shadows behind! The spark of pure reason, the logic and the light, Turning the blindness into vision bright! The cosmic analyzer, the architect of space, Putting the universe in perfect place! [Outro] The cold and brilliant light... The talent for intelligence... Substance twenty-five. [End]

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