Driven conversations, even I can read (dream?)

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 the stab wounds in his hands

See him dying in 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 care

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 want to fake it (thank him?), I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands

You killed him, I don’t care

Keep a promise, you would too

Keep a promise, you would too

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 have this time (?)

Giving conversations, to (?) whom they don’t know

Taking medications till my stomach’s full.

See a famine in his head

See him coming at their heels

He loves you, give him a chance

I don’t love him, I don’t care

See him starving, give her hell

It is over, we don’t care In His Room

This verse is from the Offramp Club (11/90) and appears

on “Outcesticide 3” and “A Season In Hell”. It was repeated

for all 3 verses. I think the chorus is the same as the

previous version.

Wouldn’t wanna fake it, even if I try

Feelin’ so sedated, even if I’m high

Taking medications, Till my stomach’s full

Wouldn’t want to fake it, running in the hole. (2nd & 3rd repeat: going)