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.