Sully Erna
Sully Erna - Nutshell lyrics
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We chase the spread of lies We face the path of time And yet I fight, yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to Noplace to call home My gift of self is rapes And 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 Thank you