City Of This کے بول

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 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