Songtexte Pizza's Done - Gambit

One can only run in place so long until he comes to face
It ain't a mountain that he's climbing son it's just a treadmill
Straining as I run for days and daily picking up the pace
I'm flailing falling on my face, oh I was standing dead still

Cannot see the offer of the hand that holds the red pill
Cuz the hole I dug into the sand is covering my head still
This monkey up on top of me is pummeling me constantly
And never stopping 'cept to lob a glob I'm getting fed, ew

Every moment my philosophy's becoming fuck this
Hate to be alone as much as showing up in public
Strangers care about me more than people I grew up with
And my sense of what I'm doing's in a fluid state of fluxing

Far as focus goes I only own enough of it
To know I won't be going nowhere out this low amount of it
Pound my head against the wall, attempt to muster up an ounce of it
But just when I'm about to round the bend it just amounts to

Shit, what was I saying? Then I'm drifting
Never getting shit done, feeling like a piece of one
Never easing up, it's only me I'm beating up
I cut my bleeding tongue at least the motherfucking pizza's done