Open those eyes, wake from peace
Open those eyes, wake form peace
Orders are some favorite color
"Same old same old" is their battle cry
Why don't we keep searching, searching for a new flavor?
Our hearts have become routine
Our hearts have become routine
Our hearts have become 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
They didn't die from cold without but they died from cold within
They didn't die from cold without but they died from cold within
They didn't die from cold without but they died from 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 from which you hold, you lean so closely upon, so closely upon
Your little Suburbia is in ruins, is in ruins
Tear down all the a**umptions you hold
Tear down all the a**umptions you hold, tear them down
Tear down all the a**umptions you hold, tear them down
For I guarantee they are false
Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that k**s