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The self-inflicted 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 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 test 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
The self-inflicted 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 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 test 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