Popularity Contest

Call in your favours
Fall into debt
Sign all the waivers
People must never forget you're not unremarkable
So you're setting yourself up for a fall

Bow to the traders
Those who control
Queen and king makers ready to claim your soul
All of this is avoidable
But you're not gonna take my call

You're so bought into the illusion they really care
Oh, no, no-no-no-no
And I don't how to explain it now, I despair
Oh, no, no-no-no-no
Now they've put into your head that you're the best
Oh, no, no-no-no
Why does art have to become a popularity contest?
I don't know, I don't know

Seeking the glory as if it would help
The end of the story?
The end of your mental health
So what is it really worth?
You're not gonna conquer the earth, oh

Bow to the C-suite, those that they serve
You think this will get you all the respect you deserve
Well, maybe that's not too much
But you're not even going to blush

You're so bought into the illusion they really care
Oh, no, no-no-no-no
And I don't how to explain it now, I despair
Oh, no, no-no-no-no
Now they've put into your head that you're the best
Oh, no, no-no-no
Why does art have to become a popularity contest?
I don't know, I just don't know

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know