Lyrics: Nutshell
Album: Music Bank
Artist: Alice in Chains
 

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 home

Oooh…oooh…
Oooh…oooh…

My 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 dead

Oooh…oooh…
Oooh…oooh…