Lia Ices - Twins

Its not 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,
Theres too much healing to do without and within, without and within
And without

In the morning we rise and fall like flames, we start sifting and sort 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
But we never start melting, no we never start
Inside I’m moldy, she’s made of healthy parts
Made of healthy parts

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

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