We chase misprinted liesnWe face the path of timenAnd yet, I fightnAnd yet, I fightnThis battle all alonenNo one to cry tonNo place to call homenOooh...oooh...nOooh...oooh...nMy gift of self is rapednMy privacy is rakednAnd yet, I findnAnd yet, I findnRepeating in my headnIf I can't be my ownnI'd feel better deadnOooh...oooh...nOooh...oooh...