I'm a victim of an old regime.
I was promised gold by a silver screen.
I can't continue, I'm running on fumes.
I'm done with the drugs.
I'm sick of this room.
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.
There's a puddle & a missing tooth.
I threw up blood in the fountain of youth.
I don't have a place, I don't have a home.
I take my meds, I live through my phone.
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.
Shoot them all, let me sort them out.
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.