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 it's own Don't need the insanity, faith must be earned I can live with myself I have faith in myself Can't force your own 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 own 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