we are bound to our selves bound to the fervor your glare the sideways stare we are bound in our murder a wand'ring goat sees us and judges us twins the notion thus strikes us a mean to our ends does he stir in us hate and call us the same? let's slaughter this stranger this goat is to blame are we one, as he said now covered in blood? his pot stirring magic his name in the mud in peace or in pieces he offers his hide and brothers once more now these ties, how they bind