From Modern Plights
Selfie Civilisation
Forty-seven takes for one lie.
Excuse me
Excuse me
No, don't move
I'll go around
...Again
Phone up blocking half the view
Backing into me for the perfect shoot
Arm extended chin tilted down
Queen of the fountain clown of the town
Forty-seven takes for the same damn shot
Caption it deep like it means a lot
Valencia filter existential dread
Living for the grid already dead
Golden hour on a sacred site
Ass to the altar get the lighting right
Museum's burning but the backdrop slaps
History's free but the pose is facts
Hashtag fuck your validation
Selfie fucking civilisation
Step aside for nobody hon
The actual moment already gone
You're not the content you're the noise
Paper-thin ego that annoys
Nobody cares about your feed
But keep on shooting yeah you do the deed
Walk in front of me mid-sentence go
I'm the obstacle in your one-woman show
Tutorial face and the signature pout
Same bathroom mirror same insecure doubt
You'd get more engagement tits out anyway
But sure post the quote about living today
Feeble and fragile fishing for the like
Someone validate me tell me I'm alright
Sunset's dying let me get the vibe
Tag the location build the tribe
Checked in present totally here
Except not really not even near
Hashtag fuck your validation
Selfie fucking civilisation
Nobody asked nobody cares
Mirror selfie in in your underwear
You're not a brand you're a nervous wreck
Invisible thread around your neck
One day the algorithm shifts
And down goes everything it lifts
I used to think it was confidence
Turned out it’s just the opposite
A stage built out of glass and scrolls
Feeding ghosts and digital trolls
Check the angles, chase the light
Starving for a "like" tonight
Insta-gram insta-gram
Nobody gives a damn
Insta-gram insta-gram
Nobody gives a damn
Move through the world like it owes you space
Camera forward lead with your face
Experiences curated cropped and sold
A graveyard of the stories told
Thirty years from now you'll look and see
A thousand angles of your own anxiety
The mountain was there the moment was real
But you were too busy doing the reveal
Hashtag fuck your validation
Selfie fucking civilisation
Step aside for nobody hon
The actual moment already gone
You're not the content you're the ghost
Just fucking fodder for a digital roast
Nobody's watching nobody's there
Just the hollow echo of a front-facing stare
Great shot
Really
That one's going to do numbers
It didn't do numbers
It didn't do numbers