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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