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
    Oooh...Oooh...
  Oooh...Oooh...
    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
    Oooh...Oooh...
  Oooh...Oooh...