BULBASAUR

I had been a soldier
In this house of ours
Your vines overtake me
Your loyalty overtakes me
A shameful experience
As you try to cradle me
This kiss of poison
This wedlock regressive

Release me from your grasp
This death grip of a clasp
I've taken you were the same
But your hatred isn't a fucking game

And for our children
This feature presentation
My pride is overwhelming
My needs are overwhelming
As you pluck the flowers
From our backyard garden
This new brand of nightshade
This wedlock doomed to degrade

Release me from your grasp
This death grip of a clasp
I've taken you were the same
But your hatred isn't a fucking game

Release me from your grasp
This death grip of a clasp
I've taken you were the same
But your hatred isn't a fucking game

Bulbasaur, you've devolved over the years
Bulbasaur, I've devolved over the years