Going South

Take what you want
Then take more
I won’t stab you that’s for sure
I need a man
Just like a man
In every way except for one
Wake up early
Get up late
Drink a river and a lake
I can’t believe the good you see
Between my eyes and my mind
But it’s all going south just the way that we planned it
Wicked visions out of habit
And everybody thinks we’ve got a mind of our own
Is every man
A virus
To his own sense
Is every man
A virus
To his own sense
Oh
Come on take a video on your phone
For the small black screen
Before it’s o-
Before it’s o-
Before it’s on
I can’t tell you
The things I’ve seen
As hours and totally preserve anything
Watch my fear and my eyes
I’m sure it’ll all come clear and bright
In its own time
But it’s all going south
Just the way that we planned it
And given the crazy
It’s all out of habit
Like every body
Thought out of mind of our own
Is every man
A virus
To his own sense
Is every man
A virus
To his own sense