Ophelia

A garbage can, acid trip, I am
Living in a world of felines
Food and trash
I'm caught beneath the nails
Of a cold corpses' hand
Haunted memories of who I am

Dear Ophelia
I'm trying to tell them I have scared the world
The 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!
Tell them you're fine!

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
Till I figure out my feelings