Flowers In Your Dustbin

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

You can't breathe

There's a puddle and 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

You can't breathe

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

You can't breathe

Shoot them all, let me sort them out

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

You can't breathe

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

You can't breathe