Garbage can acid trip,
I am living in a world of feline food and trash.

I'm caught beneath the nails of a cold corpses hand.
Haunted memories of who I am.

Garbage can acid trip,
I am staring at you all through closed casket walls.
Maggots crawl inside a hole inside the wall.

I will lay here in this coffin till I figure out my feelings.
Dear Ophelia, I am trying.

Tell them I have scared the world.
The voices tell me that I am dying, but I tell them I feel I fine.
Tell them you're fine.