Doggy in the attic alone, k**ing pigeons to live, scared of people and storms
The Lady found him and never, and never left him, left him alone
A beautiful friendship came to life
A beautiful friendship came to life
Good things always end in the end, always end in the end, always end in the end
Too sick to stand up, too old to grow up, the doctors put him to d**h
The family gathered around his grave
The family gathered around his grave
To be or not to be ready for it
To be or not to be ready for it
To be or not to be ready for...
A very own reality becomes delusion free, no more magic to see
A big black curtain closing around to change perception of time
The panic monger is hypnotized
The panic monger is hypnotized
Back to life, back to life, back to life now
Back to life, back to life, back to life now
The panic monger is hypnotized
The panic monger is hypnotized
To be or not to be ready for it
To be or not to be ready for it
To be or not to be ready for...
Control this urge to be buried alive
When your family dies one by one
Control this urge to be buried alive
When your family dies one by one
They let go