Pizza's Done

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