[ti:Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins]
[ar:August Burns Red]
[al:Home]
[by: ]
[00:-2.00]August Burns Red - Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins
[01:45.62][00:-1.00]
[00:08.21]Open those eyes.
[00:13.38] Wake from peace.
[00:18.53] Orders are some favorite color.
[00:28.68] Same old, same old is their battle cry.
[00:33.83] Why don't we keep searching for a new flavor? 
[00:38.98]Our hearts have become a routine.
[00:44.14] Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing.
[00:49.28] Unless we cherish all with pride, 
[00:59.42]the lines on our face will turn into canyons of sorrow instead of hope.
[01:04.58] They didn't die from cold without but they died from cold within.
[01:09.73] And I just can't stop denying that our brothers are in miserable pain.
[01:14.90] Stop short.
[01:20.05] Lend a hand and break the chains of regularity that you lean so closely upon.
[01:30.19] Your little suburbia is in ruins.
[01:35.34] Tear down all the assumptions you hold, for I guarantee they are false.
[01:40.50] Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills.