Wake up. Clock in. Log on. Lock in. Same day. Different win. Monday morning, same old scene Hundred people, one small screen Heads down, doors close, nobody speaks Everybody running on minimum sleep Coffee in one hand, phone in the other Shoulder to shoulder, don't look at each other Train running late, so we're blaming the driver Nine in the morning, already a fighter Emails landing before we arrive Everybody busy proving they're alive Promotion, position, postcode, pay Running so fast we forgot why we race Who's got more? Who's gone further? Who's got the title underneath their name? Another rung. Another zero. Another year saying: "Next year I'll change." [PRE-CHORUS] Slow down... Look up... There's a whole life... You forgot to touch... Yeah. But who made the rules? [CHORUS] Who made the game? Who made the rules? Who told us winning meant living like fools? Who made the game? Who set the pace? Who told us running was the way to get ahead? [VERSE 2] Wake up, commute, work, repeat Lunch at the desk, dinner on the street Calendar packed, notifications screaming Everybody connected, nobody listening Swipe. Buy. Compare. Repeat. New shoes, new car, new watch, new me More followers, less connection More information, less reflection More productivity, less affection We measure our lives in numbers and names Likes and salaries titles and chains Rent what we can't afford buy what we don't need Work for the weekend then spend it recovering Kids says, "Play." "Give me five." Five became ten. Ten became night. And somewhere between the bills and the bedtime we forgot we were alive. [PRE-CHORUS] Slow down... Look up... There's a whole life... You're forgetting to love... And they call that success. [CHORUS] Who made the game? Who made the rules? Who told us winning meant living like fools? Who made the game? Who set the pace? Who told us running was the way to get ahead? [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK] [VERSE 3] Run for the train Run for the meeting Run for the money Run while we're eating Run for the house Run for the view Run for the version they told us was you Run for the title Run for the raise Run till your weekends disappear into days Run from the silence Run from the doubt Run from the feeling that you've figured it out Faster. Higher. Bigger. More. What the fuck... are we running for? Slow down... Look up... Who are you trying to get ahead of? [VERSE 4] Maybe I don't want another rung on the ladder Maybe I don't want to get richer and sadder Maybe I don't want a bigger fucking house If I never get to be there because I'm always clocked out Maybe success isn't the number in the bank Maybe it's knowing who you can call when it all goes blank Maybe the promotion isn't worth the price If you have to sell every hour of your life Maybe enough isn't failure Maybe enough is the answer Maybe we don't need another life upgrade Maybe we need to stop playing the fucking game. [BRIDGE] You don't have to win this much. You don't have to prove you're enough. You don't have to run forever. You can come back to yourself. Maybe that's the revolution. [FINAL RAP — BUILDING] What if we stopped measuring who we are by what we own? What if success was having somewhere that actually feels like home? What if the people we love weren't something we fit around? What if being alive wasn't something we squeezed in when the workday wound down? What if we stopped calling exhaustion ambition? Stopped calling survival success? Stopped calling more the answer? Stopped asking: "How do I get ahead?"... and start to enjoy this life instead? [FINAL CHORUS] Slow down... Look up... Life is more than having all this stuff... It's time to believe that we're enough... No more chasing. No more rush. No more living just for more. We've got a whole life worth living for...
