Headed South - Throwdown

What an anemic charade, a soulless display

We force upon ourselves and all of the world

Needless to say, this sterile cliche

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 the 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