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.