Thieves have brought us invisible make-up
  The fires are growing hypnotically thin
  Fish are leading us out of the water
  Spineless majesty swallows a grin
  
  There's a seed on the wind
  There's a rose in the seed
  On the petals of the rose
  Is the smell of sweet ammonia
  
  Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree
  Copper locust, invisible string
  Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies
  Silver frogs in lava stream sing
  
  I am the light beam I am the rock
  I think I am I think I am
  I am the lime doll I am the dog
  I think I am I think I am
  
  Pulled a muscle inside my thinking
  Not using my head for while
  Unearthing the tunneling underground
  I bury my head in the sky