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 odour of my apathy just might be true
I wan't 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 toturing 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
Compositores: Anders Par Friden (In Flames) (STIM), Bjorn Ingvar Gelotte (In Flames) (STIM), Jesper Claes Hakan Stromblad (STIM)Editores: Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh Co Kg (GEMA), Prophecies Publishing e.k. (GEMA)Publicado em 2016 (11/Out) e lançado em 2016 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #2023146 e fonograma #12809886 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM