Alice In Chains
Ab, B, Db, Ebm, F, Gb
We chase misprinted lines
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home
The 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