Twins

It's not a place that I'd call safe
Where is my twin with the healthy face?
This is not the body that I'll grow old in
There's too much healing to do without and within
And without and within and without

In the morning, we rise and fall like flames
And we start sifting and sorting through my remains
I never meant for such a potent fruit
To grow so moldy, infecting all I do

We swim in a boiling sea
Just my unborn twin and me
We never start melting, no we never never start
Inside, I'm moldy, she's made of healthy healthy parts
Made of healthy hеalthy parts

And in the nightlight, my body fights again
Like some volcano that sleeps but nеver ends
I never meant for such a potent fruit
To grow so moldy, infecting all I do

It is not all right
I am the twin with the secret strife
Well, who is the dealer? And where is the cure?
Who can tell the difference between me and her?
Between me and her