#&€π!£ going on 30

Still think about death Every once in a pink moon Still puzzled by the lands in between All 5 of my rooms Still ringin' out folks dressed to nines in American flags Still Waiting on hollyhock dancing in the meadows with the queens and fags But it won't be like this forever now Heavy metal for the sun Cloud burn melting every gun Two dimensional assault Rumination makes it our fault This machine kills gender with the phasers set to shatter your screen Heart flask for a future's past Hellfire in a shot glass Echinacea, wild aphasia Calm my nerves until I'm dazed out Fill the mentions up with filament Mixed with ancient tainted innocence Keep it cordial keep it normal keep it out of trouble as a Hurt teen Struggles as she's going on thirty Sewing up the gashes never stay clean Wash it down with gallons of the morphine made to keep us sturdy when we kiss the edge Wake into a mother's dredge No more prestidigitation Feel it in the blood coagulation Deactivate the appetite (Tight knit) It doesn't really matter what feels right (Tight fit) The fortress calculates the fight or flight (Don't slip) You have to be your only (You're all that's left) You're all that's left Still fantasize about living my life every once in a cerulean sun, no more vacation I'm still inquiring mental choirs of worlds trapped beneath all the frozen blooming algae and ambulia And I swear that the boy that I wear will be just as fucked up as I was when I was one, no exit, no parabellum exquisite explosive So don't you forget, no don't you forget It's not erased, there's still a trace