I like butter, and I like salt,
but I like friend warmth radiation the best of them all.

My friend is a roach,
and my friend is a baby panda,
and my friend is a wind as dark as my heart.

I want to trust love,
and I regret what I've done,
but Master of Puppets will never stop freaking me out.

So I'll still remember you,
and hold on to your photograph,
but will you see me again like a baby calf.