"Going Under" lyrics

When it's cold in the summer (oooh)
And you're still goin' under
Leaves turn brown like seasonal
Passed out in your vehicle
Pop out, walk a miracle
That's just Pope, he's spiritual
Came up from them, from them minerals
Spin and go, hit the road like whoa
3AM, I'm speeding when you caught my drift like whoa

And I'm too far to turn back around
Now I'm too far to turn back now

I forget the feeling up until it happens
I killed off my old self, but I kept the habits
If it's in your head, then chance is I don't have it
One day I'm your savior, next day I'm your savage

We'll be fine though
Cut the backs with no spines and that's final
Yea that's vital, key to my recital
Still around who been down, no revival
Far from home, made our own

When it's cold in the summer (oooh)
And you're still goin' under
Leaves turn brown like seasonal
Passed out in your vehicle
Pop out, walk a miracle
That's just Pope, he's spiritual