Driven conversations, I can read Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June.
See stab wounds in his hands See him dying his room He's dying in his room He's dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, I don't
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to a friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldn't to fake it, I know I should
See the wounds in his hands You killed him, I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, you See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind Wouldn't want to fake it, but I this time Giving conversations, to whom they don't know Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his See him coming at their heels He you, give him a chance I don't love him, I don't care See him starving, give him hell It is over, we don't care