Ophelia

A Garbage can, acid trip
I am living in a world
Of feline food and trash
I am caught beneath the nails
Of a cold corpses hand
Haunted memories of who I am

Dear Ophelia
I am trying
Tell them I have scared the world
Voices tell me I am dying
But I tell them I feel fine
I feel fine
Tell them you're fine!
Tell them you're fine!
Tell them you're fine!
Yeah!!

A garbage can acid trip I am
Staring at you all
Through closed casket walls
Maggots crawl inside a
Hole beside the wall
I will lay here in this coffin
'Til I Figure out my feelings

Tell them you're fine!
Tell them you're fine!
Tell them you're fine!
Yeah!
Dear Ophelia, I'm trying...