Open those eyes. 打开这双眼睛。

Wake from peace. 醒来的和平。

Orders are some favorite color. 令一些喜欢的颜色。

Same old same old is their battle cry. 老老一套是他们的战斗口号。

Why don't we keep searching for a new flavor? 我们为什么不继续寻找新的味道？

Our hearts have become a routine. 我们的心已成为家常便饭。

Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing. 值得国王已经打破背上了什么。

Unless we cherish all with pride, 除非我们珍惜与骄傲，

the lines on our face will turn into canyons of sorrow instead of hope. 在我们的脸上的线条会变成悲伤，而不是希望的峡谷。

They didn't die from the cold without but they died from the cold within. 他们没有从寒冷的死无，但他们从内部冻死。

And I just can't stop denying that our brothers are in miserable pain. 而我只是不能停止否认，我们的兄弟都在凄惨的痛苦。

Stop short. 停止做空。

Lend a hand and break the chains of regularity that you lean so closely upon. 伸出援助之手，打破规律的，你如此紧密倚赖链。

Your little Suburbia is in ruins. 你的小郊区已是一片废墟。

Tear down all the assumptions you hold, for I guarantee they are false. 推倒你不放，因为我保证他们是假的假设。

Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills. 有时候，最好的感觉可能是一个杀死。