Texty: Adema. Insomniac's Dream. Nutshell.

(by 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...