City of Dis - Sepultura

Symptoms of life, our disbelief

Punished for severed hope

Outcast in life for having an opinion of our own

Sometimes things have to be said

No matter what the cost we spend

Can’t force tradition, it won’t come from suffering

Won’t be a victim in this bloody system

Lost soul, you’ll burn for your believe

Cast in the City of Dis

I know the world has a way to work out on its own

Don’t need the insanity, faith must be earned

I can live with myself, I have faith in myself

Can’t force your ways of tradition

It won’t come from the suffering of victims

Can’t believe in this filthy bloody system

Fires won’t burn our right to have opinions

Can’t force your ways of tradition

It won’t come from the suffering of victims

Can’t believe in this filthy bloody system

Fires won’t burn our right to have opinions

I can live with myself, I have faith in myself