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