Letra de City of Dis
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 spendCan'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 DisI know the world has a way to work out on it's own Don't need the insanity, faith must be earnedI can live with myself I have faith in myselfCan'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 opinionsCan'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 opinionsI can live with myself I have faith in myself