Here comes the treason let me explain It was the season to amputate the habits I hate Seeking the hydra to sever the heads But cut the collar off the monster just to see how it's fed All of the doctors who actually said I think I need a divorce from the disorders I wed Call me a coroner the old me is dead I let the answers that I thought i had Get straight to my head I need to see you for a trace I cant afford to take a break A mistake Or I waste Seeking a reason to flee from the shame In an increasing belief that there was nothing to gain Disease is an option embracing the taste I need a teaspoon of the medicine to flavor the pain Feeling so weak and i'm beginning to break I'll trade you all of my misfortunes for whatever you faced Fearing the cold sweat the boredom awakes If i could have a couple portions til postmortem restrains us Or I waste Or I waste I need to see you for a trace I cant afford to take a break A mistake Or I waste