Myopia

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!)" "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!)"