Southbound - Vision Of Disorder

Everyday I lay in a bed

Everyday I lay in a bed of needles

Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky

Oh, the summer, the sun and the sky, deep and blue

They say it’s time to die, they say you better try

Others make their connections

Some people wanna fight, some people wanna get by

Others stuck with addiction

And in my head I’m going southbound

And somehow I don’t feel the same

And in my head I’m going southbound

And somehow I don’t feel the same

Feel the same,

They say it’s time to die, they say you better try

Can’t you make your connection

You feel the needle bite, walk on the other side

You are stuck with addiction

And in my head I’m going southbound

And somehow I don’t feel the same

6:15, rattles all my bones

At 65 your motor groans

Whatever it takes to get it done

You take your time but you hurry up

You hurry up

Everyday I lay in a bed of needles

And in my head I’m going southbound

And somehow I don’t feel the same

And in my head I’m going southbound

And somehow I don’t feel the same

Feel the same,

Everyday I lay in a bed of needles