Without heart nor remorse
He will follow you every where
This one, so pretty and bright that you drived 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 dosen't give you the right to destroy his
You invent a life to belive in it, indeed your mum
look after you

No you're not a punk, you're juste a prat
Kiss death for me
Move.