Myopia - Enter Shikari

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)»