Doctor’s Orders

Horrorshow;Urthboy;Muph

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I'm looking for a sign and it ain't coming I'm cuttin' ties, my days disappear in the clouds, I stay blunted Doctor's orders: focus on what's important Keep the profile low as I cross the border Mr Solo to the O, just a day in the life Got me all dressed up with nowhere to go, oh well Lonely nights livin' out a hotel Scheming on the prize, peace 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 defence, I'm on the attack Under false pretence I wanna react Holdin' 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 Wished you'd have tripped, put my fist in your words Ripped you to pieces, shredded to a blur Fall like confetti, a shadow of whatever you were Close your door like do not disturb Reduce your whole book to a blurb 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 had become unconscious Followed my compass to Shire then throw up a cold comp And call back 'cause when you fell I just fell flat So go for yours, I'll go for mine, huh To wish you ill is just a waste of my time, come on We hit the ground, about to be going our separate ways I can feel us slowing down, them's 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, tryna make every page better than the last Same way I try to live life, let go of the past Fuck a double-edged 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 sobering thought of war, what is it good for? As if they'd 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