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.