#𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝 - Dance Of The Real

This track brings the element of Metal to life in a sharp contrast of glory and absurdity. The verses exalt iron, aluminum, and copper for their strength, lightness, and power to carry energy, the lifeblood of modern civilization. Yet the chorus turns heavy and satirical, exposing the hidden cost: children digging in dangerous tunnels so humanity can polish smartphone screens and feed disposable desires. Played as a lively Celtic reel with pipes, fiddles, and marching drums, the music feels joyful while the lyrics reveal the hypocrisy, a dance of ⛓️ and greed, light on the surface but heavy with consequence. 🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2025. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞 [Verse 1 – (Iron)]: Iron is the backbone, iron is the blade, Forged into engines, into towers we’ve made. It builds up the skyline, it strikes in the fight, The blood of the mountain turned into our might. [Verse 2 – (Aluminium)]: Aluminium’s light, it bends to the hand, Foil for our tables, wings for the land. Shimmering metal, so easy to shape, The weight of the world in a shiny escape. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Refrain]: Dig boys, dig — down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight won’t shine. All for the screens, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like it’s mystery we planned. [Verse 3 – (Copper)]: Copper runs veins through the cities we know, Circuits and wires where the bright currents flow. It sings in the cables, a quiet refrain, Without it the world would fall silent again. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Refrain]: Dig boys, dig — down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight won’t shine. All for the screens, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like it’s mystery we planned. [Verse 4 – (The Absurdity)]: We melt down the riches, we refine and we sell, A kingdom of gadgets, a bright paper shell. The cost is forgotten, the laughter is blind, The clang of the future is deaf to mankind. [bridge] Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. [Final Refrain] Dig boys, dig — down the perilous line, Children in tunnels where the sunlight won’t shine. All for the toys, for the glow in your hand, Smoke up the glass, like it’s mystery we planned. [Outro]: Drum roll, dance of reality, Kings made of paper, crawling in money. 🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2025. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞