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
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 Can you hear the message
 As I wrestle with the clouds?
 I'm on the way to succumb, it just might be true
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 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