Twins Songtext
von Cory Hanson

All your fears
Were here long before you were born
You′ve only just adopted them
They will never be yours

Muscle dangling
Off a piece of bone
With blossoming fat all neatly wrapped
Like a shanty on the storm


Sleeping with an angel
Trying to keep my head
Feeling weak and fortuneless
Biologically correct

What if twins
Were two connections of a soul?
Like Arnold and DeVito
One egg with two yolks

Running with the devil
You gotta raise your chin
I told them I was in a box
I knew I could never fit in


Your sad eyes
An approximation of faces
A ball of flesh, a sky of skin
A floor made of souls that crept back in