Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins lyrics

Artist	August Burns Red
Album(s)	Thrill Seeker

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 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

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