Testo di Ophelia

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.