Emperor’s New Clothes

They want to be the emperor,
They’re wearing his clothes,
Looking like a million dollars,
From their head down to their toes,
Strutting down the road,
Wherever it goes,
These rice paper people,
Looking so fine,
In the emperor’s new clothes.

They turn all the lights on,
They turn up the sound,
They need to be seen,
They need to be loud.
The more noise they make,
The more gather around,
And we drink their dirty water,
And eat their scraps off the ground.

They made to be princes,
They were made to be kings,
They make lots of noise,
But don’t say anything.
Throwing love to the loveless,
But none of it is real,
Only caring who’s watching,
And how good it feels.

They want to be the emperor,
They’re wearing his clothes,
Looking like a million dollars,
From their head down to their toes,
Strutting down the road,
Wherever it goes,
These rice paper people,
Looking so fine,
In the emperor’s new clothes.

So they do what they do,
There isn’t much that they won’t,
They do it for the likes,
They do it for the votes.
And we follow blindly,
We eat up lies and all,
We inject it in our veins,
And keep coming back for more.

Who cares if they’re phonies,
Who cares if they’re fakes?
More food for the villains,
Just saying what they say.
And they’re getting rich,
Golden idols all around,
Hearts and souls broken,
Scattered on the ground.

They want to be the emperor,
They’re wearing his clothes,
Looking like a million dollars,
From their head down to their toes,
Strutting down the road,
Wherever it goes,
These rice paper people,
Looking so fine,
In the emperor’s new clothes.

But the lights still shine on,
The noise, still it rings,
So many stupid people,
Doing so many stupid things.
I can’t understand it,
Is this the best we can be?
So vane, so insane,
So completely crazy.

But none of us notice,
Or none of us care,
We drink the poisoned water,
We inhale the polluted air.
Is it just a delusion,
Or could it all be real?
We’ve become so dumb, so very numb,
And we’re told how we should feel.

They want to be the emperor,
They’re wearing his clothes,
Looking like a million dollars,
From their head down to their toes,
Strutting down the road,
Wherever it goes,
These rice paper people,
Looking so fine,
In the emperor’s new clothes.