Interpret:

August Burns Red

Album:

Thrill Seeker

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