Your Little Suburbia is in Ruins - Live

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 assumptions you hold
 Tear down all the assumptions you hold, tear them down
 Tear down all the assumptions you hold, tear them down
 For I guarantee they are false
 Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills