An Ounce Of Prevention
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
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, it's scars that make you civilised!
And everything that you didn't want, came true!
