Текст песни 5 Star Grave - 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