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 raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
