Suburban Me

The self-infected 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 and miss the eye

Covered by the stench of judgement

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



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