Suburban Me

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 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 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 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