Suburban Me lyrics

Song information

Artist: In Flames
Album: Clayman

Lyrics

The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I think the clock still exists
God just forgot to tap my shoulder

I woke up today
I wish I felt something
The odour of my apathy
Just might be true

I wan't to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free
The suburban, that is me

Spirits rise and miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgement
As gods reflection tests my pride
I serve the failure that's haunting me

Twisted visions toturing
Who claims to be the one?
That filtered smile
Just might be true

"On half-speed, tonight I suffer
Satisfaction brings the unheeded"

Can you hear the message
As I wrestle with the clouds?
I'm on the way to succumb
It just might be true

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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