nutshell vocal

We chase misprinted lights We face up at the time And yet I fight And yet I fight this battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call home Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh My gift of self is rage My privacy is rage And yet I find And yet I find repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh