Envy
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the Bible of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Subscribe to the cycle of me
Young girl, witch birth
See her perfect
See her earn it
See her work it
Save her please
Life is performance
Dining on laxative teas
Full lips, bruised knees
Through the need to fit in
Which is hardly a sin, is it?
Hardly a sin
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the temple of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Get experimental with me
Follow, get experimental with me
What's he doing?
What's she wearing?
Where's he been?
And who's she dating?
Neatly captioned, sweetly angled
Expert selfies in excelsis
Bask in the glow of it
Bask in the glow of its blue-lit screen approval
Rabbit hole quest of edits and hues
Participant to democracy world of keyboards and touchscreens
Obscene
Veins bared daily to digital sedating
Social media subscribed since age five
But don't undermine her, this minor is smarter than you'll ever be
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the pulpit of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Filter and sculpt it with me
She, defiant she
Brushes worlds from between her teeth
Strokes rites from the folds of her hair
She cleanses the history and types the old tales on her tablet
Texting in tongues
One painted toe dipped in self-loathing
She knows that her world is constructed
She knows that it hangs precarious
A pretty card house in the face of tornadoes
She is the daughter of the information age
Of course she knows
She knows
Take her and make her your carbon copy
Take her and make her your chorus mould
A slave to expectation, she craves to be
Superbly normal, exquisitely mundane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the prophet of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Don't somebody's daughter with me
Meanwhile this city is drowning in rain
An insistent, persistent, ancient threat
A message, a pre-crisis warning
Reminder the planet is warming
But Envy fronts the era
Of natural marketers, organic entrepreneurs
She will take the surging river and label it tropical
She'll make you believe it all
Waiting for the world to fall not with a bang
But with a tweet and flame emoji
And although she knows it
Although her perfect teeth are set on edge by it
Truth mars her fantasy
And closes her eyes
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the altar of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Lamb to the slaughter it seems
Somebody's daughter, lamb to the slaughter
Her selfie side-by-side
With a Greenpeace caution
Move attention from destruction to underage seduction
An influx of digital love brings comfort
Makes Envy
Tonight
A little less empty
Right to the Bible of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Subscribe to the cycle of me
Young girl, witch birth
See her perfect
See her earn it
See her work it
Save her please
Life is performance
Dining on laxative teas
Full lips, bruised knees
Through the need to fit in
Which is hardly a sin, is it?
Hardly a sin
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the temple of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Get experimental with me
Follow, get experimental with me
What's he doing?
What's she wearing?
Where's he been?
And who's she dating?
Neatly captioned, sweetly angled
Expert selfies in excelsis
Bask in the glow of it
Bask in the glow of its blue-lit screen approval
Rabbit hole quest of edits and hues
Participant to democracy world of keyboards and touchscreens
Obscene
Veins bared daily to digital sedating
Social media subscribed since age five
But don't undermine her, this minor is smarter than you'll ever be
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the pulpit of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Filter and sculpt it with me
She, defiant she
Brushes worlds from between her teeth
Strokes rites from the folds of her hair
She cleanses the history and types the old tales on her tablet
Texting in tongues
One painted toe dipped in self-loathing
She knows that her world is constructed
She knows that it hangs precarious
A pretty card house in the face of tornadoes
She is the daughter of the information age
Of course she knows
She knows
Take her and make her your carbon copy
Take her and make her your chorus mould
A slave to expectation, she craves to be
Superbly normal, exquisitely mundane
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the prophet of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow
Don't somebody's daughter with me
Meanwhile this city is drowning in rain
An insistent, persistent, ancient threat
A message, a pre-crisis warning
Reminder the planet is warming
But Envy fronts the era
Of natural marketers, organic entrepreneurs
She will take the surging river and label it tropical
She'll make you believe it all
Waiting for the world to fall not with a bang
But with a tweet and flame emoji
And although she knows it
Although her perfect teeth are set on edge by it
Truth mars her fantasy
And closes her eyes
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Right to the altar of me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Lamb to the slaughter it seems
Somebody's daughter, lamb to the slaughter
Her selfie side-by-side
With a Greenpeace caution
Move attention from destruction to underage seduction
An influx of digital love brings comfort
Makes Envy
Tonight
A little less empty
Credits
Writer(s): Imogen Stirling
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