Kesha isn’t afforded exclusively private battles, though: In just three months, she’ll once again face famed music producer, Lukasz “Dr. Luke” Gottwald, in court over her claims that he drugged and raped her as they worked together under his label, Kemosabe. Gottwald has countersued her for defamation, claiming her accusations were simply an attempt to extort a better contract.


“There’s a fine line between what’s entertaining and what’s just exploiting the pain,” she continues on “Fine Line,” as if in direct reference to the forthcoming proceedings. “But, hey, look at all the money we made off me.”

The album’s title, Gag Order, is quite likely another allusion to the legal back-and-forth and what’s yet to come. In an interview with Rolling Stone this week, Kesha said she couldn’t comment directly on the trial; but she did imply what it’s cost her. “I feel as if there has been an implied gag order for a very long time now,” she said. “With my ongoing litigation hanging over my head, I have not been able to speak freely because I know everything I say is scrutinized.”


Again, she turns that anger outward on “Fine Line,” seemingly speaking straight to all of her detractors.

The years keep dragging, I’m at the end of my rope

The noose gets tighter and tighter, I’m tasting blood in my throat

Don’t fucking call me a fighter, don’t fucking call me a joke

You have no fucking idea and trust me you’ll never know

“Eat The Acid,” though equally contemplative, is evidence of a different kind of exorcism for Kesha, as she describes purging cynicism and permitting herself to talk to God and see the light. Faith, one may glean, hasn’t been an easy embrace for Kesha until this very moment. “I heard a voice inside my mind,” she sings. “The universe said, ‘Now’s your time’ / And told me everything’s alright.”


Frustration and forgiveness are inextricable to “Eat The Acid” and “Fine Line,” as Kesha excoriates the industry, the public, and all of the places where “fuckers pushed [her].” Though this time around, her emotions—embraceable or not—are none but hers to expel.