a garbage can acid trip i am living in a world of feeling 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 dieing but i tell them i feel fine i feel fine i feel fine i feel fine i feel 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 'til i figure out my feelings, yeah dear Ophelia im 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 i feel fine i feel fine i feel fine i feel fine i tried (nearly inaudible) i feel fine i feel fine I scared the world (nearly inaudible) i feel fine i feel fine