[Verse 1]

Too many people make too many useless procedures

Things are onerous, complicated, every trade is, extended dayshifts

They did away with extended vacations, hiatuses

Pressure’s on, population ascending too long

Jobs can’t keep up with the people at all

Lots of stress, people expect, never relent

Big mess, distress, duress

I’m not a complainer, bitch or negative nancy

They tell you it’s good, it’s catastrophe

Bosses are antsy

They lost touch with the subordinates, the lowers

All they do is bark orders

But what they don’t know is that we are the sole owners

Overkill

[Verse 2]

Look at your tax forms, complex

Look at your legal contracts, long as shit

It’s rush rush rush

Tailing, trailing you in traffic, bumper to bumper

Workers are overworked, hurt, coerced, jerked, merked

Overexerting their person every single workday

I even feel rushed writing this stuff in the first place

Not everybody can receive first place

Isn’t that the first thing they taught you in the first grade?

But still people are sprinting and tripping and flipping out

To get to where they’re never gonna get to in the end except for wiggin’ out

Overkill

[Verse 3]

I’m a cynic but ya made me one

You’re a cynic, that’s the way we are

Take it easy, little wayward son

Be more trusting like a mother would

Don’t just fire someone for the way they look

Make the work less strenuous

Not just for your friends but for everyone

Don’t say I have a bad attitude

Or I’ll put your life on a permanent sabbatical

You’re a demanding dude

Relax, take a deep breath

And take a nap or two

Don’t run, amble to it

Hurriedness has reached a maximum altitude

So decompress gas and fumes

Unwind and relax your drastic moves

Overkill