Vídeo
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 raped
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead
Essa banda é muito foda, o vocalista, um gênio louco. E morto. Say no to drugs, kids.
