Lyric In His Hands/ In His Room

He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You re not gonna thank him and I m tired of this dream
Take him on occasion in the back of the room
If they don t show any affection he ll 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

I don t want to thank you, well I don t mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He s not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don t 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

(Guitar Solo)

We re not gonna make it, well I don t mind
They don t want to thank him, they don t have any time
In a conversation whom they don t know
They don t have any patience, they re becoming slow

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