Lemmings -

Sharpening incisors, crunching roots and bulbs

Moving short tails, rubbing soft furs

Winter’s coming, sons are growing, chaos comes to town

Damn instinct, trigger-actions, avoiding the crowd

Merciless algorithm — drops the exp (onential) curve

Repetition of a race — drops the exp (onential) curve

We are just Lemmings and we won’t come back

We are just Lemmings hiding our tracks

We are just Lemmings and we’re drowning

We are just Lemmings into mourning

Follow the map we never saw

Dying in the point we tried to go

Look at the steps of those above

We are just Lemmings looking for love

Licking tiny feet, running alongside the cliff

An eye to your fellow, your fellow to the cause

Feet and brains, furs and eyes, towards the same goal

Same flow, many Lemmings, the meaning of an ideal

Repetition of a race