The Death Of Cool!

To the "individuals." The "free thinkers." The "rebels."

We fought for freedom, only to give it up again but to a new master.

We are "we" instead of "me." And now "we" follow instead of lead.

What happened to the alpha? To the loner who did his own thing?

Who didn't need the approval of masses to think.

We were the cool. The ones who knew the rules, and still said "Fuck You!"

Now like mindless drones, and social clones,

Our value, our self, is tied to our phones.

Individuality lies in cultural graves, while we've become slaves,

Sacrificing our names for three minutes of fame!

What have we gained? It's the hive that now controls our brains?

Consume. Buy. Consume. Buy. Repeat. Die.

Remember when we didn't care? When we there no fucks to give?

When cool was something we were, not something we did!

Maybe one day, we'll find it again.

That thing that made us unique and true,

But for now we say goodbye, and we bury what was cool!