Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins [20 Year Anniversary Edition]

Open those eyes Wake from peace 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 (searching) for a new flavor? Our hearts (have become a routine) Our hearts (have become a routine) (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 died 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 upon what you owe 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 you hold Tear them down Yeah For I guarantee they are false Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills