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