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
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 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
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Karma & Effect
Disclaimer II
Poison the Parish
Isolate and Medicate
Seether: 2002-2013
Holding Onto Strings Better Left to Fray (Deluxe Edition)