Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doctor's Orders , by - Horrorshow. Release date: 01.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doctor's Orders |
| I’m lookin' for a sign and it ain’t coming, I’m cuttin' ties |
| My days disappear in clouds, I stay blunted |
| Doctors orders, focus on what’s important |
| Keep the profile low as I cross the border |
| Mr Sol to the O, just a day in a life |
| Got me all dressed up with nowhere to go |
| Oh well, lonely nights living out a hotel |
| Scheming on the prize, piece of mind like a nobel |
| In the meantime, I’m tryna travel light |
| Less weight to carry like you gotta pick your battles right |
| The best defense, I’m on the attack, under |
| False pretense I wanna react, holding me back |
| Till my chest tighter than my grip |
| I might do better if I just let it slip |
| Hot blood up against cold steel |
| Careful how you wield or you might be the one to feel |
| Make no mistake |
| Anger is a curved blade |
| You can get cut in the worst way |
| 'Cause you were better off in the first place |
| If you grip it too tight |
| Might wind up with a burst vein |
| And that’s real, be careful how you wield |
| Or you might be the one to feel |
| Make no mistake, anger is a curved blade |
| You can get cut in the worst way |
| 'Cause you were better off in the first place |
| If you grip it too tight |
| Might wind up with a burst vein |
| And that’s real, be careful how you wield |
| Or you might be the one to feel |
| Hey sucker, I’d have wished you the worst |
| Wish you’d have tripped, put my fist in your words |
| Rip you to pieces, shredded to a blur |
| Fall like confetti, a shadow of whatever you were |
| Closed the door like «do not disturb» |
| Reduce your whole book to a blurb |
| As far as I’m concerned, let the pages burn |
| Let the tears confirm that your career’s adjourned |
| And I just set my mind to your downfall |
| Like it’s somehow set our watches |
| And preoccupied my time with your misfortune |
| Till it’d become unconscious |
| Followed my compass to schadenfreude but cold comfort |
| Called back, 'cause when you fell I just fell flat |
| So go for yours, I’ll go for mine, ha |
| To wish you ill is just a waste of my time |
| We hit the ground, about to be goin' our separate ways |
| I can feel us slowing down, dems the brakes |
| We exit the plane |
| When there’s nothing left to say that hasn’t been said |
| So I’m saying goodbye, that’s it, I jet |
| Now I’m a Sunday Gentleman with a pen in my hand |
| Never thought much about that exit plan |
| For all the resentment that I let get in the way |
| Here I am as I stand, still a wannabe Hemingway |
| Tryin' to make every page better than the last |
| Same way I live life try and let go of the past |
| Fuck a double edge blade I’m tryna keep the pen mighty |
| Up all night, too tired to keep fighting |
| Doctor’s orders, more bottles of water |
| What kind of dad would you wanna be for your daughter? |
| The soberin' thought of war, what is it good for? |
| As if they force my hand |
| To draw blood with this blade |
| Until I’m falling on my own sword, sure |
| And who’s that gonna save? |
| Make no mistake |
| Anger is a curved blade |
| You can get cut in the worst way |
| 'Cause you were better off in the first place |
| If you grip it too tight |
| Might wind up with a burst vein |
| And that’s real, be careful how you wield |
| Or you might be the one to feel |
| Make no mistake |
| Anger is a curved blade |
| You can get cut in the worst way |
| 'Cause you were better off in the first place |
| If you grip it too tight |
| Might wind up with a burst vein |
| And that’s real, be careful how you wield |
| Or you might be the one to feel |