Nutshell - 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 
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 

RIP Layne Staley.