Doctor's Orders - Horrorshow, Urthboy, Muph

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