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

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

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

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

Your little Suburbia is in
Tear down all the you hold
For I they are false
Sometimes the best may be the one that kills