Contextual Analysis of "treadmill" in Lyrics

but it's not what you think it is

and i'm

you'd try to tell me how to love

yeah

start

maybe you're not quite the torso of the week

no luck no money no sex no fun

run run run

hark ye all

lift you heads for all ain't well

regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion

i experience the loss of trust and innocence. the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons

and if i gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine

'til she run out of time

to find the man i thought i was

the master pulls the leash

finding desert sands

do i have to bloodlet just to get another chance

put camel shit on the walls

or garbage sorting

put camel shit on the walls

or garbage sorting

some distortion that's never been known

you've been running' forever

you just go round and round in debt

mate

And they whispered into your brain

And they made you change your name

i need room to breathe

i take my leave

you've got the heart of a tractor

and the eye of a merchant marine

i've gotten candy for my self-interest

heaven forbid i be criticized

there's no escape

working so hard for respect

they say you've got to want it

you gotta want it badly

it's plain to see

when life tricks you down