Siamese

I'm the man with two heads
One is like a dragon
you'd try hard to hide from
breathing flames from it's rhine
The other is full of freedom
playing like a child all the time
If not for the connection between
them they'd prosper in their ways
to the bond between them each crumbles in the wake
How can we be happy when one of us is sad
How can we be sad when one of us is glad
Usually the highs are higher
and the lows too low too tell
but the highs keep getting lower
and the lows seem much more real
One beckons to the other
would you come my way
Bludgeon me and you'll be free
and end the dread today
I can hear you calling me to
come and end it
I can feel the darkest cold
part of me wants to befriend it
My shoulders are so burdened
a yoke of chants and hollers
both torment the soul of my deepest blue waters
I'm the man with two heads
I'm the man with two heads