Nutshell

We chase misprinted lies

We face the path of time

And yet I fight

And yet I fight

This battle all alone

No one to cry to

No place to call homeOoh

Ooh

Ooh

OohMy gift of self is raped

My privacy is raked

And yet I find

And yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I can't be my own

I'd feel better deadOoh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh