Your Little Suburbia Is in Ruins

Lyrics

Open those eyes Wake from peace Open those eyes Wake from peace Orders are some favorite color Same old same old is their battle cry Why don't we keep searching for a new flavor? Our hearts have become a routine Our hearts have become a routine Our hearts have become a routine Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing Worthy kings have broken backs Unless we cherish all with pride The lines on our face will turn into canyons of sorrow Instead of hope Instead of hope They didn't die from the cold without but They died from the cold within They died from the cold within They died from the cold within They didn't die from the cold without but They died from the cold within And I just can't stop denying that our brothers Are in miserable pain And I just can't stop denying that our brothers Are in miserable pain Stop short Lend a hand and break the chains of regularity that you lean so closely upon Your little Suburbia is in ruins Is in ruins Tear down all the assumptions you hold For I guarantee they are false Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills