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

Our hearts become a routine
Worthy kings have broken backs for
Unless we cherish all with

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

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

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