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