A garbage cannAcid tripnI am living in a world of feelingnfood and trashnI'm caught beneath the nails of a cold corpses' handnHaunted memories of who i amnDear ophelianI'm trying nTo tell them I have scared the worldnThe voices tell me i am dyingnBut i tell them I feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI feel finenA garbage cannAcid tripnI amnStaring at you allnThrough closed casket wallsnMaggots crawl inside a hole beside the wallnI will lay here in this coffinn'til i figure out my feelings, yeahndear OphelianI'm tryingnTo tell them i have scared the worldnThe voices tell me i am dyingnBut i tell them I feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI feel finenI triednI feel finenI feel finenI scarred the world nI feel finenI feel fine