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

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

The lines on our will turn
Into canyons of sorrow of hope
They die from the cold without
But they died the cold within

And I just stop denying
That our brothers are in miserable
Stop short, lend a hand and break the
Of regularity that you lean so upon

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