My friend Elwe, he kisses you and you smile to yourself

The only smile that you will get before you give yourself

My friend Elwe, he pulls your hair and forces your head down

My friend Elwe, he says to suck and not to make a sound

My friend Elwe, he holds you down forcing your legs apart

He sees the tears, he knows of fear, he likes it just like that

My friend Elwe, he likes to bite in places where it hurts

And kiss after to ease the pain; bring pleasure forth from hurt

My friend Elwe, after he's done, he likes to sit and smoke

The music plays overly loud, just as, he says you moan

My friend Elwe, after he's done, makes sure you make no sound

My friend Elwe, after each fuck buries you in the ground.