suburban me

#516009 !?

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 wan’t 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 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

seklinde sozleri olan clayman albumunde yer almıs, bir in flames sarkısı...