Twin Song

Twin Song

we could be twins 
we look the same 
we eat dirt from antiseptic plates and live like kings 
we could be one 
one ugly thing 
we wear white gloves to prevent from fingerprints 
heaven can be easily turned to hell 
it takes a little good will 
if you kick me i will kick you as well 
we could have been siamese twins 
devided by scalpel 
one billion babies 
army of clones 
here to burn the bridges and the happy homes 
in unity 
we stand and fai 
with strengh enough to speed this apocalyptic snail.