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letra de out of order - dorian dead

(verse 1: dorian dead)
i shoot to k!ll, to keep the show running
you’d k!ll yourself for cash, but i don’t need the money
this is some dark sh-t, that wonderland is long gone
i’m still feeling that jet lag and my aim has gone wrong
this used to be fun, but now i’m bleeding every line written
spoken through my throat to be spit into these microphones
this ain’t no horrorcore, this is the grown-ups table
chris barnes blocked me on twitter, that’s two corpses he cannot handle
y’all sing ’bout mutilation while i’m dissecting your conscious
now my patience’s out of order, like your freedom has always been
you used to think it was for sale, but could never afford it
now you can stop the f-cking act and go back to being exploited
go back to jerking off every day, get on that p-rn addiction
treating women like sh-t with fantasies of friction
go back to say immigration is k!lling your nation
while your white -ss is descendant of a dude that crossed the sea to get ya there
motherf-cker, don’t teach me a history lesson
don’t teach me ’bout my freedom ’cause yours paid for my dictator
don’t show me the world you see from the tv of your mansion
i’ll p-ss on your graves, from vietnam veterans to kardashians
i ain’t no kanye sucking trump’s d-ck to get attention
i’m pretentious though, low-cost indie rapper creating tension
i used to want to sell records, now that’s not my intention
i still want to fill stadiums but for public decapitations
tyrannicidal beats on your speakers as they clip
these distorted lines tell stories like you’ve never ever seen
as i get back in my cave ’cause nothing makes me relate
i isolate myself and hope this sh-t is over when i wake up again

(hook: dorian dead)
with every day that p-sses, the more i get away
i used to think there was always a way
with every opportunity, with every shot i take
this just feels like a stalemate
this just feels like a stalemate
this just feels like a stalemate

(chorus: dorian dead)
love is out of order
peace is out of order too
hate is the order of the day
and your freedom isn’t even for sale
(your freedom is out of order)
your freedom is out of order
(your freedom is out of order)
your freedom is out of order

(verse 2: dorian dead)
i’m out of order too, my brain’s not functioning properly
overly sensitive about my f-cking problems
if somebody gives me hope to keep doing this sh-t
and sell my music to some pig that will cut off fifty per cent to me (f-ck him)
but i know that i can’t choose, i can’t get loose
i still have chains yet to lose, i have an att-tude yet to prove
don’t try to tell me what i can think or do
don’t try to question my ideas and the things i fight for, f-ck you
i work my -ss off on my sh-t, feels like a musical night shift
i’d put myself on fire if i had to to be inspired
i transpire my fears through these piano keys
these harmonies and beats are my release
i don’t know what the f-ck to do, i’m lost at sea
between macho f-cks and protofascists pointing at me
imma keep my sh-t hardly politically correct so you see
so f-ck your contracts and your orthodoxy
there’s no profit to be found here

(hook: dorian dead)
with every day that p-sses, the more i get away
i used to think there was always a way
(this just feels like a stalemate)
with every opportunity, with every shot i take
this just feels like a stalemate
(this just feels like a stalemate)

- dorian dead

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