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Open those eyes, from peace
are some favorite color
Same old, same old is their cry
Why don't we searching for a new flavor?

Our have become a routine
Worthy have broken backs for nothing
Unless we cherish all with

The lines on our face turn
Into canyons of instead of hope
They didn't die from the without
But they died the cold within

And I just can't stop
That our brothers are in miserable
Stop short, a hand and break the chains
Of regularity that you lean so upon

Your Suburbia is in ruins
Tear down all the assumptions you
For I guarantee they are
Sometimes the best may be the one that kills