My twin, my killer instinct and my sins,
Was once out when I was small,
Fearless, evil minded and my anger grew tall.
I had no understanding of what I was doing at the time,
So the life of murders and thieves were the mountains I climbed.

Have you ever killed a man?
I will not answer that question, no I will not.
My past is my past and not even my mother knows these dots.
So I'll keep it behind me and set my anger low,
Because when it raise too many bones break and too many blood will flow.

I want to stay humble and yet many things is trying to break him out,
My twin is to stay inside because I don't like to shout.
My heart is weak and my eyes may deceive me,
I pray to you God that through my anger please keep me.

Twin of thirst, twin of hunger and twin of pain,
Blood he thirsts, he hungers for bones and seeks joy in pain,
Slay one today, maybe another and even another again.
So he's staying inside, so very deep inside because I know the things he see,
And the things he went through as a child, turn him to the person he turned out to be.

I can feel the rush I can feel the pressure and my heart beats so loud,
So I constantly pray to God and keep my head and eyes in the clouds.
I'm afraid to let him out not now, at this age, not this hour,
Because bodies get cold and they'll bathe in their own blood shower.

Too many are getting tempted to touch,
So maybe I break a hand or a leg and put them in a crouch.
Don't watch what's mine, mine is mine unless it chose someone else,
If not I'll aim to shoot every living thing off your shelf.

My twin, my killer instinct and my sins,
Was once out when I was small,
Fearless, evil minded and my anger grew tall.
I had no understanding of what I was doing at the time,
So the life of murders and thieves were the mountains I climbed.