Nutshell
We′ve chased the misprinted lies
We′ve faced the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to catch you
No place to call home
My gift to 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
Исполнитель: Adema