Is this what they call success?
too many megaphones not enough ear drums
who are we trying to impress?
cake's getting smaller and we're fighting over crumbs
trapped in the mirror, image obsessed
world-wide popularity contest
running up the down-flowing escalator
and we'll never be satisfied
How many likes did I get on facebook?
how many bites of the bait on my fishing hook?
insecure but plenty judgmental
use it like a knife but it's still just a pencil
does anybody know my name?
if i, die tomorrow, how many will notice?
nowadays no-one laughs like they mean it
and we dance like the whole room is watching

are we cool yet? are we cool?
playing the game or are we playing the fool
are we cool yet?
are we popular?

everyone's looking over their shoulder
gotta get it all before we get any older
click the thumbs up, remember to share
and if you don't take a photo you were never really there
mr politics seeking more power
chasing votes like a dog after pigeons
focus groups are his only religion
now he's lost in the echo chamber
tough decisions puts em off til later
fixated on the lowest common denominator
no need for detail, derail the vernacular
he'll say what he needs to say to stay popular
say what he needs to say
and we follow like the road is one-way
cos it's all about the image, the personal brand
scraping names in the dust, this is not what we planned

Are we cool yet? are we cool?
playing the game or are we playing the fool
are we cool yet?
are we popular?

Craving affirmation like it's air and we're suffocating
slaving for the greater good or are we just masturbating
craving affirmation but we aren't gonna get it
craving affirmation might as well forget it
see we let it control us, now we're paying the toll
how many mirrors will we drown in before we've found our goal?

we've got expensive clothes that look real cheap
botoxed nose, and a poptop jeep
edible credit cards, plastic fruit
and a guaranteed fair trade birthday suit
barcodes on our eyelids
hashtags tattooed on our wrists
we only raise our fists when no-one's watching
we only raise our fists when no-one's watching
we bust our arses to make it look effortless
and every day is judgment day
we keep our songs upbeat, with a catchy chorus
cos that's what the radio stations like to play