The self-infected 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 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

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

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

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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