Lyrics

Do you feel like they changed the rules on you
Just when you thought you were getting a grip?
And you thought you were fucking important
You were just a blip

And the windows may have rattled
The speakers may have fuzzed
And you know that something’s burning,
But you don’t know what it is

Over-reactor, deceptionist
High elevations, thin air mints

Runt of the litter, you were born at the back of the bar
You’re inviting people over and you’ve quarantined the yard
So you’d better start moving in the middle of the night
Cuz when the sun it comes up, baby
You can try and make it right

Armageddon, dude, makes it hard to move
Armageddon, dude, is creeping up on you
Armageddon, dude, makes it hard to move
Armageddon, dude, is creeping up on you