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letra de silence - dorian dead

(chorus: dorian dead)
they tell me “go with the flow”
and my eardrums make the beat
i forgot the sound of silence
it means nothing to me
it means nothing to me
it means nothing to me
i forgot the sound of silence
it means nothing to me

they tell me “go with the flow”
and my eardrums make the beat
i forgot the sound of silence
it means nothing to me
it means nothing to me
it means nothing to me
i forgot the sound of silence
it means nothing to me

(verse 1: dorian dead)
yo, i lost the track to the silence on this beat
thought i f-cked up all my life, ain’t had nothing left to be
it’s constant paranoia, keeping me away from sleep
those toys are breaking in my head, that’s why i can’t hear my dreams
i don’t flex ’cause i got nothing to flex with
no money, no parties, n0body to have s-x with
though my body’s f-cking with me 24/7
ain’t reach an -rg-sm yet ’cause my fantasies too savage
i’m poppin’ pillies and drinks, and my ears feel like a rockstar
minus the money, fame, s-x and overall success
man, i feel like i ain’t getting to club 27
hold my b-llsack ’cause i be creating club 18, i’m telling you
oops, my doctors are sick of my visits
ironically enough they would be willingly k!lling me
i figure my life is radically charged with irony
my bars are what they make me, f-cking ill
yes, i’m decadent, i go à rebours, with yellow covers
still making it between kurt cobain or che guevara
shooting lyrical arrows like i’m trap’s robin hood
but the rich ain’t have no flow to steal, so everybody’s poor

(verse 2: dorian dead)
i am dehydrated like i ever been
i know i should stop but i’m irreverent
i don’t give a f-ck about being irrelevant
i came to the town to f-ck the reverend
you call it hate, i call it handing the paycheck
’cause i been dying quick while they say “checkmate, atheists!”
i’m self-aware, got a kurt cobain complex
minus the success and shooting myself in the head
yeah, recycling lyrics like i’m ending global warming
here’s a warning for you who’re worrying about my omens
you’re out of options, either run or k!ll some bosses
owners with suits and cases full of dollars stolen from workers
live in your bubble like the black eyed peas
singing hooks ’bout revolution while endorsing hillary
the innocent are always dying but you don’t put ’em on your records
’cause your -ss in your mansion only hooks up with cnn’s world
you’re not woke when you grow up with millions
you just living in a fantasy with bills as feelings
got a five, got a twenty, got a hundred in cash
so catch me bragging ’bout my papa’s fortune on his tenth car
don’t make me laugh, i have had enough of that
with eminem and macklemore rapping ’bout white privilege, what?
i’m on my sixth beer of today, i don’t know what i’m doing
if you don’t stop me for my next record it’ll be too late
i’m just an artist in his pre-alcoholic phase
next step, addiction, rehab and then drowning in debt
while the world laughs at my face and points at me
but that’s just how it is, as long as i’m still here

(outro: dorian dead)
it means nothing to me
it means nothing to me
i forgot the sound of silence
it means nothing to me

- dorian dead

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