It's my future on the line
While you bitches shop and dine
I didn't ask to be born
Into a disaster porn
Remember the film "Titanic"?
How that rich dude was such a dick?
People were glad to see him drown
They'll feel the same this time around
Up in first class, champagne flows
No one says, what everyone knows
Into the deep they'll soon descend
Party, until the bitter end
Overshoot
My future's on the line
Overshoot
While you shop and dine
Overshoot
The end begins
Overshoot
No one wins
The wealthy play at being tough
Private islands won't be enough
Hungry people do what they must
Mansions will be quick to combust
Ostriches in fancy headphones
Canceling inconvenient moans
Eyes averted from evidence
Full speed ahead with decadence
Polar ice caps shatter and melt
Securely fasten your seat belt
Impact implies too late to turn
Nothing to do but crash and burn
Overshoot does not compute
Evolution will now reboot
We'll never know how or when
The tree of life will rise again
Overshoot, the aftermath
So beloved by psychopaths
Civilization goes up in smoke
Intelligent life is a cruel joke
All music and lyrics by Chris Korda