Headed South — Throwdown

What an anemic charade, a soulless display We force upon ourselves and all of the world Needless to say this sterile clich? Has left me with another shovel down in a hole

I'm digging in vain, I'm digging in vain But when it boils down to a distraction nothing compares All I wanted was a haven away But I've traded neuroticism in for despair

Tunneling further down Descending And just in case there's any doubt I'll say it now

Fuck the world I'm headed underground Don't you wait 'cause I'm already headed south And I said: Oh, whoa I'm headed underground Don't mind me, I'll just be making my way down

I'm living miles away from this sordid parade A welcome sanctuary under the world Suffice it to say, the cynic in me Has left me with a shovel down in this hole

Digging in vain, I'm digging in vain But when it boils down to a distraction nothing compares All I wanted was a haven away But I've traded neuroticism in for despair

Tunneling further down Descending And just in case there's any doubt I'll say it now

Fuck the world I'm headed underground Don't you wait 'cause I'm already headed south And I said: Oh, whoa I'm headed underground Don't mind me, I'll just be making my way down