Текст песни In Flames - Suburban Me
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The self-inflicted state of mindA one-man struggle beneath the towerI think the clock still existgod just forgot to tap my shoulderI woke up todayI wish I felt somethingThe odour of my apathyjust might be trueI want to be the things I seeThe pilgrim that is meBut I know I ain`t that freeThe suburban meSpirits rise and miss the eyeCovered by the stench of judgementAs gods reflection test my prideI serve the failure that`s haunting meTwisted visions torturingWho claims to be the one?That filtered smilejust might be true"On half speed, tonight I sufferSatisfaction 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