August Burns Red Your Little Suburbia is in Ruins Lyrics:
Open those eyes.
Wake from peace.
Orders are some favorite color.
Same old same old is their battle cry.
Why don't we keep searching for a new flavor?
Our hearts have become a routine.
Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing.
Unless we cherish all with pride,
the lines on our face will turn into
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canyons of sorrow instead of hope.
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.
Stop short.
Lend a hand and break the chains of regularity
that you lean so closely upon.
Your little Suburbia is in ruins.
Tear down all the assumptions you hold,
for I guarantee they are false.
Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills.
Lyrics: Your Little Suburbia is in Ruins, August Burns
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