It feels like a century since my tar filled lungs could breathe
It seems as tho Hexxus has consumed my lungs
Singing a vengeful tune of destroying my being
Perhaps it's a curse well deserved?
With each passing day, I am reminded of what I could be
The optimistic being that one day everything will work out in the end
But alas there are no happy endings
Just pessimistic views of what could have been
Would you believe me if I told you that you were right all along
That the world was truly out to get you so that it could take your last breath?
Don't worry she's only taking back what you've taken from her.
Now your life will help aid hers.
No, don't cry, it's for the better
Your mother is taking you back into her arms
With a welcoming kiss from the Earth, she says
Now kiss your mother goodnight
