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