Suburban Me
In Flames Lyrics
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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
I want to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free
The suburban me
Spirits rise and miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgment
As gods 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
"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
The lyrics to In Flames's song Suburban Me depict a struggle within oneself, a battle of the mind that is self-inflicted. The singer feels alone in this struggle, as if it is a one-man fight. The clock is still ticking, time is moving on, but God has forgotten about him, leaving him to struggle on his own without divine guidance. He wakes up feeling apathetic, wishing he could feel something more. He sees himself as a pilgrim, searching for something more meaningful, but he knows he is not truly free to pursue his desires. He is weighed down by the expectations of suburban life, perhaps feeling trapped by societal conformity.
Line by Line Meaning
The self-inflicted state of mind
My own negative thoughts are bringing me down
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I'm fighting my demons alone and it feels like an uphill battle
I think the clock still exist
Time is still moving forward, even if I feel stuck in one place
God just forgot to tap my shoulder
It feels like no one is looking out for me or guiding me in the right direction
I woke up today
I'm still alive...but is that really a good thing?
I wish I felt something
I'm numb and disconnected from my own emotions
The odor of my apathy
My lack of caring is starting to stink and affect everything around me
Just might be true
There's a chance that what I'm feeling is accurate and real
I want to be the things I see
I admire others and what they have achieved, and I wish I could emulate them
The pilgrim that is me
I'm on a journey of self-discovery and trying to find my way in the world
But I know I ain't that free
I'm still held back by my own limitations and fears
The suburban me
I'm trapped in a mundane, boring existence that doesn't fulfill me
Spirits rise and miss the eye
There are positive things happening around me that I'm not noticing or appreciating
Covered by the stench of judgment
My own critical thoughts are overpowering any positive experiences
As gods reflection test my pride
My self-doubt and negative thoughts are making it difficult to believe in myself
I serve the failure that's haunting me
I'm stuck in a cycle of self-doubt and it's keeping me from moving forward
Twisted visions torturing
My negative thoughts are causing me to envision worst-case scenarios and experiences
Who claims to be the one?
I don't feel like I'm in control of my own life or destiny
That filtered smile
Even when I try to put on a happy face for others, it's still not a true reflection of how I feel inside
On half-speed, tonight I suffer
Everything feels slowed down and it's only amplifying my negative thoughts
Satisfaction brings the unheeded
Even when positive things happen, I'm unable to appreciate them or find satisfaction in them
Can you hear the message,
Is anyone out there listening to me and my struggles?
As I wrestle with the clouds?
I feel like I'm fighting against something bigger than myself, something that's out of my control
I'm on the way to succumb,
I'm starting to feel like giving up and accepting defeat
It just might be true
This feeling of hopelessness and despair could be accurate, and that's terrifying
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDERS PAR FRIDEN, BJOERN INGVAR GELOTTE, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN STROEMBLAD
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