Getting It - Devour

Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up) This is tough love This is getting over it What's this weight that's pulling your chin down? That's self-hate, your eyes are a ghost town I won't wait, don't want you to miss out Start up the truck, so many stories ahead I know you're a victim Not gonna deny that Your spirit is liquid And I've suffered like that We're fighting you frozen And we're gonna show them I know you hate to count on others I feel the same But I need you standing on your feet Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up) You got one life You're gonna piss it all away Self-pity ain't safe You're gonna piss it all away You're gonna piss it all away You got one life You're gonna piss it all away You got one life You're gonna piss it all away Self-pity ain't- Sick with your self-indulgence I wanna talk to you but you won't budge I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Tough luck) Lost in your false delusion I wanna listen but you don't say much I wanna talk to you but you won't budge (Get up)

Hmmm... How did I get here? Why am I naked? I'd better climb and decide what my fate is Don't ask why I'm holed in a cast iron cauldron While holding a massive hammer, that's how I roll, bruh No exposition needed (uh-uh), this expedition's heated (oh!) And that's no surprise considering the thing in which I'm seated We each make decisions in life We probably wouldn't repeat if we were given them twice So now I'm naked, and I'm livin' inside a great big cooking pot And keeping in mind these limitations, I am looking hot While redefining what it means to be a mountaineer Keep on climbing, keep on trying, I need to get out of here I won't cease until I meet the sky above, goal is: To shoot for the moon, that's why they call me Buzz Cauldron I'm a guy inside a pot, climbing up The side of a pile of stuff 'Til I arrive at the top, try not to look down (Down, down, down) It's quite a drop! I'm just a guy inside a pot, climbing up The side of a pile of stuff 'Til I arrive at the top, try not to look down (Down) It's quite a drop! Quick, you better get a grip, 'cause if you slip then maybe you'll Release the sledgehammer, like your name is Peter Gabriel (ah) Climbing up Solsbury Hill requires control and the skill Of a bloke that's stuck inside a cauldron, holding a real Big tool that's unsuitable for such a challenge But it's bloody beautiful, refuse to fall, I can manage To keep my balance like I'm doing ballet on a Segway All upper body strength, so what if I skip leg day? Not just anybody can get over it with Bennett Foddy Again and again, you're in the belly of a Teletubby What's the surprise at the end, is it a belly rub? Don't tell me, buddy, but I'll just guess it is very funny I'm just a guy inside a pot, climbing up The side of a pile of stuff 'Til I arrive at the top, try not to look down (Down, down, down) It's quite a drop! I'm just a guy inside a pot, climbing up The side of a pile of stuff 'Til I arrive at the top, try not to look down (Down) It's quite a drop! Why did I make this? (What?) This horrible hike Up an impossible mountain? I could have made something you would have liked And since success is delicious, that would have been wise Instead I must confess: That this isn't nice (no) It tastes of bitterness, it is capricious It sets setbacks for the ambitious It lacks lenience, it's bracing and inhumane But not everyone is the same I created this game for a certain kind of person To hurt them