Suburban Me

歌词

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 me

Spirits rise and miss the eye

Covered by the stench of judgment

As gods 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

"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

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