Suburban Me [2020 Remastered]
ANDERS PAR FRIDEN, BJOERN INGVAR GELOTTE, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN STROEMBLAD
The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I think the clock still exists
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 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
Can you hear the message
As I wrestle with the clouds?
I’m on the way to succumb
It just might be true