Suburban Me Lyrics

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

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

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

In Flames - Clayman

Jul 2000

1. Bullet Ride
2. Pinball Map
3. Only For The Weak
4. ...As The Future Repeats Today
5. Square Nothing
6. Clay Man
7. Sattelites And Astronauts
8. Brush The Dust Away
9. Swim
10. Suburban Me
11. Another Day In Quicksand