The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tide
I think the clock still exists
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
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
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lyrics for Suburban me, the 10th song of the 11 recorded for the album Clayman, with a total running time of , by In Flames. It was released on via , and produced by .