he’s a technicolor amphibian
oh the lily pad he’s living on
is swimming in oblivion
he’ll tell you what im tripping on
hanging out on mushrooms and bouncing off clouds
his he screams what cant be heard out loud
hes the loan madman in the crowed
acting how hes not allowed
hes a technicolor amphibian
actively arranging Armageddon
its sinister science hes stepping on
tiptoeing on atom bombs
devoid of black and without white
glow worm days and neon nights
demon disco disaster delight
angel cake uranium right in sight
sometimes secrets way a ton
especially when ourselves we hide them from
everybody has there fun
don’t want to pay the piper when the deal is done
you can stock canned goods and ammunition
but you cant run from the setting sun
hes a technicolor amphibian
born before big bang had even begun
hes the number before one
the nothing we all came from
what cant be seen with eyes opened
a mirage in your imagination