Lemmings Lyrics

Lemmings lyrics

I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all that I
could see
were those that I would dearly love to share with
crashing on
quite blindly to the sea...
I tried to ask what game this was,
but knew I
might not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, came to me...
'We have
looked upon the heroes
and they are found wanting;
we have looked hard
across the land,
but we can see no dawn;
we have now dared to sear the
sky,
but we are still bleeding;
we are drawing near to the cliffs,
now
we can hear the call.

The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes,
there
is no escape except to go forward.
Don't ask us for an answer now,
it's
far too late to bow to that convention.
What course is there left but to
die?

We have looked upon the High Kings,
found them less than
mortals:
their names are dust before the just
march of our young, new
law.
Minds stumbling strong, we hurtle on
into the dark portal;
No-one
can halt our final vault
into the unknown maw.

And as the Elders beat
their brows
they know that it's really far
too late now to stop
us.
For if the sky is seeded death
what is the point in catching breath?
- Expel it.
What cause is there left but to die
in searching of something
we're not quite sure of?

What cause is there left but to die?
... I
really don't know why ...

I know our ends may be soon
but why do you
make them sooner?
Time may finally prove
only the living move her
and
no life lies in the quicksand.

Yes, I know it's
Out of
control, out of control:
Greasy machinery slides on the rails,
Young
minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled...
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing
bones;
Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams,
Mind and machinery
box-press the dreams...

... but there still is time ...

Cowards
are they who run today,
the fight is beginning...
no war with knives,
fight with our lives,
lemmings can teach nothing;
death offers no hope,
we must grope
for the unknown answer:
unite our blood, abate the
flood,
avert the disaster...

There's other ways than screaming in the
mob:
that makes us merely cogs of hatred.
Look to the why and where we
are,
look to yourselves and the stars and in the end
What choice is there
left but to live
in the hope of saving
our children's children's little
ones?

What choice is there left but to live?
to save the little
ones?

What choice is there left but to try?