| Lemmings |
| You know I'm not joking What I tell is real You know I'm not joking What I feel is so real My troubles are shining through My will of run away too You don't wanna talk to me You don't want to help me There are tiny creatures With hatchets and sharp blades They uproot my brain They lead it not to think And I think to be tired But I've really done nothing And I think to walk on But truly I'm standing here Rit: Lie on a bed still and impassive I vegetate at day and night and I feel these creatures busy working Yes, they're working to uproot I am walking But I'm still I am eating But I can't feel I am sleeping But I can't dream I am dreaming But I'm in a dream I was thinking Now I can't The King talks loudly I can hear him I hear the echoes They're ringing in my head "Hear ye, hear ye In a few days there's a party hear" We are taking your head We're uprooting your brain With our hatchets and our fingernails You'll forever vegetate |