Without heart nor remorse
He will follow you every where
This one, so pretty and bright that your drive made

He holds your misery,
He undergoes your vision of the human's best friend
I hate you all mother $#&@ers.

You have messed your life
But that doesn't give you the right to destroy his
You invent a life to believe in it, indeed your mum

look after you
No you're not a punk, you're just a prat
Kiss death for me

Move.