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
| 1 | Cloud Connected* |
| 2 | Another Day In Quicksand* |
| 3 | Dead Eternity* |
| 4 | Our Infinite Struggle |
| 5 | Enter Tragedy* |
| 6 | Deliver Us* |
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| 2 | Sweet DispositionTemper Trap |
| 3 | IslandsThe xx |
| 4 | Rolling In The DeepAdele |
| 5 | CrystalisedThe xx |
| 6 | You Found MeThe Fray |
| 7 | Let It Be (various Artists)Bonnie Tyler |
| 8 | Heart Skipped A BeatThe xx |
| 9 | Someone Like YouAdele |
| 10 | Many Of HorrorBiffy Clyro |
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