Suburban Me - In Flames (烈焰乐队)

Written by：Björn Gelotte/Jesper Strömblad

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 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 spirits rise

And miss the eye

Covered by the stench of judgment

As Gods reflection

Tests 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