Disorder Songtext
von Summore

Control
You want it your way or no way at all
Semantics
All the words I say are criminal

I feel like
I′m stuck in the twilight zone
I feel like

It might be a disorder
This chip on your shoulder
It might be a disorder
Keep pushing me further


Talking
So loud it's impossible to listen
Patience
Is what you want, but you refuse to give

I feel like
I′m stuck in the twilight zone
I feel like

It might be a disorder
This chip on your shoulder
It might be a disorder
Take a look into the fucking mirror

You brought your weapons
But I
I'm empty handed