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 Overreactor, 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