Princess Suburbia and her suicide lullaby

Don't panic
Princess Suburbia.
Don't panic.
Cos' I'm about to sing you to sleep.

Go hide
your keys;
I know you were hoping
to stay a little longer,
but you won't be needing those secrets
and lead weights
tonight.

Oh, Princess Suburbia.
Wipe those jewels
worn under your eyes.
I know you're
sore like
a whore,
lie-ing there
under the sky.

in utero

But tonight,
it's just me and you.
Tonight,
I'm tripping you
as you fall.

But.
Don't panic.
This is only evolution.