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