Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins by August Burns Red

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Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins
by August Burns Red

Album: Home

Open those eyes
Wake from peace
Open those eyes
Wake from peace

Orders are some favorite colour
Same old same old is their battle cry
Why don't we keep searching
Searching for a new flavour
Our hearts have become a routine

Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing
Worthy kings have broken backs
Unless we cherish all with pride
The lines on our face will turn into canyons of sorrow instead of hope
Instead of hope
They didn't die from the cold without but they died from the cold within
They didn't die from the cold without but they died from the cold within
They didn't die from the cold without but they died from the cold within

And I just can't stop denying that our brothers are in miserable pain
And I just can't stop denying that our brothers are in miserable pain

Open those eyes
Wake from peace
Open those eyes
Wake from peace

Stop short lend a hand and break the chains
Of regularity that you lean so closely upon
So closely upon
Your little Suburbia is in ruins
Is in ruins
Tear down all the assumptions you hold
Tear down all the assumptions you hold
Tear them down
Tear down all the assumptions
Tear them down
For I guarantee they are false
Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills