It makes no sense and has no rhythm. Fear it.
Sour oranges are
Sitting on my table
Filling the room
With their destruction
Oppressive how they
Sit there rotting
Staring at me
Asking questions
Simple matters
Mad hatters
Riddles and dreams
And other frivolous things
Sour, bitter, smell of death
And destiny unstoppable
Sweet smell lasts for never
But the bitterness will haunt forever
Half rhythm beat
Of my heart and my feet
Must leave this place
Before it suffocates me
Broken wings, in tatters on my wall
Hang them up
And watch the feathers fall.
Tattered wings, oh these tattered dreams
They once carried them
They are my own
I put on my crown
And sit here and drown
In this sweet sweet sadness
Bowl of sour oranges
Sour oranges
All my own.
Sitting on my table
Filling the room
With their destruction
Oppressive how they
Sit there rotting
Staring at me
Asking questions
Simple matters
Mad hatters
Riddles and dreams
And other frivolous things
Sour, bitter, smell of death
And destiny unstoppable
Sweet smell lasts for never
But the bitterness will haunt forever
Half rhythm beat
Of my heart and my feet
Must leave this place
Before it suffocates me
Broken wings, in tatters on my wall
Hang them up
And watch the feathers fall.
Tattered wings, oh these tattered dreams
They once carried them
They are my own
I put on my crown
And sit here and drown
In this sweet sweet sadness
Bowl of sour oranges
Sour oranges
All my own.