Nutshell (Live Acoustic)

[Verse 1]

We, chase misprinted lies

We, chase the tracks 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...

My, gift of self is raped

My, privacy is raked

And yet I find, yet I find repeating in my head

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

Oooh... Oooh...