Sponge Miles
Two brothers The walking dead Pray for the silence Said One shot to the sky The other held down By disguise Sex for an angry man To whores they can count On him One made of paper The other glass One will tear The other crashed Oh God, was I that man up On a cross Made of steel Stuck on my wall cold and Thin Who watched me die And did not care Miles to go before I sleep The inside marched on Parade to the outside Where no one came What was there, it Scorched the ground The other made no sound