Sitting in my orange grove
The purple ants are singing tunes
A pot of rice is on the stove
The sun is slowly melting.
In a world that’s built by me
And so I wait with my roof rack
Watch goldfish float on trails of blue
Whilst termites build a mighty plaque
To celebrate my smile.
In a world that’s built by me
For hours I’ve seen this setting sun
Playing chess with golden moons
I don’t believe it ever won
It doesn’t see them cheat
In a world that’s built by me
Then pastries slide through walls of ice
With metal limbs and six foot teeth
They munch on vats of little mice
I hear their glee full screams
In the world that’s built for me
And people scream in total pain.
I see them all, and yet I know
All I can do is sit in shame
And watch them end their lives
In the world that’s built for me
I sit and watch as shadow things
Embrace my house and take my mind
And all the while the TV sings
And all the while I die.