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.