In His Hands lyrics

Driven conversations, even 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 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, 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, even 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 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

• Artist:Nirvana
• Album:Outcesticide V: Disintegration