“Nutshell”
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…

This is quite possibly THE most depressing song ever; it was also one of my favorite songs as an adolescent. I considered the song poignant and a soundtrack to my adolescence. You know because as a teenager with a complete family and plenty of money, life was soooo awful. Apparently, I didn’t heed the warnings of others who had traveled similar paths. I was in love with sadness, the dark, and the macabre. I still love my heavy music, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t internalize the chaos. I printed the lyrics out for my deaf friends reading this. The video is below.

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