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von genCAB

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 of the monster just to see how it′s fed
All of the doctors who actually said
I think I need a divorce from all 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 can't 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 medicine to flavor the pain
Feeling so weak and I′m beginning to break
I'll trade you all my misfortunes for whatever you faced
Fearing the cold sweat, the boredom awakes
If I could have a couple portions till
Postmortem restrains us
Or I waste