Who Sang Suburban Me? In Flames
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Credits
publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Anders Par Friden, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Jesper Claes Haakan Stroemblad
release date: 2000-7-3
genres: Rock
styles: Death Metal/Heavy Metal
length: 3:36
producer: In Flames and Fredrik Nordström
lead vocals: Anders Fridén
arranger: In Flames, Fredrik Nordström and Anders Fridén
guitar: Björn Gelotte and Jesper Strömblad
additional guest guitar: Christopher Amott
programming: Charlie Storm
additional synthesizer: Fredrik Nordström
synthesizer: Charlie Storm
drums (drum set): Daniel Svensson
bass guitar: Peter Iwers
additional programming: Fredrik Nordström
guest solo guitar: Christopher Amott
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 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
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 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
