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!