Lemmings lyrics

In hastened bustling hordes they come and go

Expressionless, disheartened shuffling masses

So fast they come so fast they move to and froe

Of all races, sexes, sizes, and social classes

The clock pressures each to move even quicker

A routine of daily proportion on lunatic fringe

It is as if the undistinguishable clatter grows thicker

Their minds must feebly stand on reality's hinge

Could my grasp of one perpetually running soul

Defuse the bomb ticking briefly about to explode

Then stop them all, the stampeding whole

Adjustment further to a more humanistic mode