One last thing that you regretted,

Before it fell apart,

Despite your powers you hated being,

A stupid rock star,

Kitty Pryde so sweet and innocent,

You're all we talk about,

We know you'd rather raise another demon,

Than sooth your own faults.



And I can see your demon burning in me,

Little chief, pull out your teeth and,

When it burns, the words inside,

Ounce of prevention that scars my eyes.

And I can feel the human I had once been,

Screaming for your mercy,

When it burns the words inside,

Ounce of prevention, its scars that make you civilised!



And everything that you didn't want, came true!