Song 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 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

Anders Par Friden, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Jesper Claes Haakan Stroemblad

The duration of Suburban Me is 3:34 minutes and seconds.