Siamese Twins Lyrics

Siamese Twins
Connected at the head
One blood vessel
Keeping them from death

We must separate them
Before it's too late
Drain the blood from their bodies
Stop their heart rate
Twenty-four doctors
Twenty thousand bucks
Who will pay the bill?
Taxpayers luck!

Genetically, we can't find
A solution to this deformed kind
They lie still on the table
Critical but stable
Slice 'em apart, no choices
Tiny screams from their voices
Why do we try to change?
Let the people live deranged!

Holy Shit!

What the fuck is God trying to do to His children?