Suburban Me Lyrics - Clayman - In Flames

The self-inflicted state of mind 

A one-man struggle beneath the tower 

I think the clock still exist 

God just forgot to tap my shoulder 

I woke up today 

I wish I felt something 

The odor of my apathy 

Just might be true 

I want to be the things I see 

The pilgrim, that is me 

But I know I ain't that free 

The suburban, that is me 

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Spirits rise and miss the eye 

Covered by the stench of judgment 

As God's reflection test my pride 

I serve the failure that's haunting me 

Twisted visions torturing 

Who claims to be the one? 

That filtered smile 

Just might be true 

I want to be the things I see 

The pilgrim, that is me 

But I know I ain't that free 

The suburban, that is me 

Can you hear the message 

As I wrestle with the clouds? 

I'm on the way to succumb 

It just might be true 

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I want to be the things I see 

The pilgrim, that is me 

I want to be the things I see 

The suburban, that is me 

But I know I ain't that free