Letras
Drip drip drop, bit by bit
It's the dulcet sound of the glacial melt
Accompanied by the beluga
Singing about the hand they've been dealt
The emperor and the arctic fox listen intently
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
Yes, they're lost in myopia
Yes, they're lost in myopia
Surrounded by ostriches with mouths full of sand
Their teeth grind the grains
But their faces don't contort
Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin
We are all vertebrates
But where is their backbone now?
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
As the emperor watches his numbers plummet
They hear him scream
They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence
Yeah, they're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
Deprived is the polar bear
Grasping at straws
To safeguard dividends
They depend on disbelief
Perplexed I am unable to breathe in their skin
We are all vertebrates
But where is their backbone now?
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life
He says, meaning misfortune
As the emperor watches his numbers plummet
They hear him scream
They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence
Yeah, they're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence
