An Ounce Of Prevention
Trail Of Dead
And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead (1998)

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!