This is NOT incest, just brotherlove.
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We should not be praised, we should not be raised
Just forget us and we'll be pleased
All of my dreams suddenly don't mean a thing
If we are apart I can not breathe you in
But still we sit here tonight
And as we're disturbed by the light of the moon
I can see you are not affected of our terrible wrongs
You smile and reach out a hand
I take it and your smile grows wider
But I understand our guilt is not lighter
Because what we did wrong, was nothing but fine
Our desire of power can grow too strong
And my love for you is yet too distant
Take all of my hatred and despair
Remade it to love and hope
I know someday we will have success
Obtain my feelings, obtain my sins
Only then we can be living again
So brother, don't weep
It will soon all be over
And we can rise from this darkness so deep