Nutshell

[Verse 1]

We chase misprinted lies

We face the path of time

And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone

No one to cry to, no place to call home

[Refrain]

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2]

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

[Refrain]

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh)