Lemmings(旅鼠) - Level 8 Fun Setting

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