Artist/Band:
Sepultura
Lyrics for Song: Inner Self/Beneath The Remains
Lyrics for Album: Live In São Paulo [2005]
Walking these dirty streets
With hate in my mind
Feeling the scorn of the world
I won't follow your rules
Blame and lies, contradictions arise
Blame and lies, contradictions arise
Nonconformity in my inner self
Only I guide my inner self
I won't change may way
It has to be this way
I live my life for my self
Forget your filthy ways
Blame and lies, contradictions arise
Blame and lies, contradictions arise
Nobody will change my way
Life betrays, but I keep going
There's no light, but there's hope
Crushing oppression, I win
Betraying and playing dirty, you think
you'll win
But someday you'll fall, and I'll be
waiting
Laughs of an insane man, you'll hear
Personality is my weapon against your
envy
Walking these dirty streets
With hate in my mind
Feeling the scorn of the world
I won't follow your rules
Nonconformity in my inner self
Only I guide my inner self
-------------Beneath The Remains-----------------
In the middle of a war that was not
started by me
Deep depression of the nuclear remains
I've never thought if, I've never thought
about
This happening to me
Proliferations of ignorance
Orders that stand to destroy
Battlefields and slaughter
Now they mean my home and work
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end
Premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything
Everything's so real
Who was won?
Who has died?
Everything happened so quickly
I felt I was about to leave hell
I'll fight for myself, for you, but so what?
To feel a deep hate
To feel scared
But beyond that, to whish being at an end
Clotted blood
Mass mutilation
Hope for the future is only utopia
Mortality, insanity, fatality
You'll never want to feel what I've felt
Mediocrity, brutality, and falsity
It's just a world against me
Cities in ruins
Bodies packed on minefields
Neurotic game of life and death
Now I can feel the end
Premonition about my final hour
A sad image of everything
Everything's so real
Who has won?
Who has died?
Beneath the remains
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