you’re spirit’s highmy spirit’s lowwhere’s the trustwe once showedwe felt obliged to hang onto eachother for too longwe shared our bed shared our roomnow we sing out of tunethe Muscle Sound all aroundon the last accountwhat’s the matter with youall this crap you’re telling meyour 10ct. Psychologywhat do you mean I hurt youwhy can’t you forget the pastyour obsession is a blastI family-tied you upwhen you forced me to drink from that poisened cupthe twins we were have diednow you’re an only childyou’re double-heartedbouble-dyedyou were never therewhen I criedbecause to youI was weakalways on a losing streakwe shared our bed shared our youthnow we’re men wearing bootsto kick eachother, make sure it stingslike Kain and Abel, though we were twins