Nutshell - Alice in Chains

We chase minsprited lies

We face the parth of time

And yet I fight, and yet I fight

This Battle all alone

No one to cry to, no place to call home...

My gift of self is raped

My privacy is raped

And yet I find, and yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I can't be my own, I feel better dead...

[Layne Staley/Jerry Cantrell]