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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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