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Open those eyes, from peace
Orders are some favorite
Same old, same old is their cry
Why we keep searching for a new flavor?

Our hearts become a routine
kings have broken backs for nothing
Unless we cherish all pride

The lines on our will turn
Into canyons of sorrow of hope
They didn't die from the cold
But died from the cold within

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

Your little is in ruins
down all the assumptions you hold
For I they are false
the best feeling may be the one that kills