28 November 2012
Ana and Mia, the twins from hell, They'll beat you down into a shell, Their older brother's name is Ed, Together, they will leave you dead.
For Ana's words are cold and rash, She's glitter, gold and camera flash, She's wasting down to skin and bone, Her skills are sharp for you to hone.
And Mia's all possession sate, Binge dreaming while the time is late, Then liquid, tongue, compression, up, Two fingers down, from heart to cup.
They really are the twins from hell, Your blood, they'll spill, your soul, they'll sell, Your ribs, they'll turn to bruise your skin, For Ed to finish off the thin.
Twins From Hell • Opuss № I