Suburban me
Suburban Me -In Flames （焰乐队）
Written by ：Björn Gelotte /Jesper Strömblad
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 odour 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 me
Spirits rise spirits rise
And miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgment
As Gods reflection
Tests 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
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