What will become of the rusted, the ants, the rats in he maze
Drugged into stupor, walking they stagger to you in a daze
The path to forgiveness, and we all fall, one by one

Like lurching lemmings we all find the same dark place

Somewhere we wander where what we become, what we are
Comes to a rapture, comes to a close,

naked and searching

Like lurching lemmings we all find the same dark place

Crawling and wretched, on scabbed over knees,
We plead
Lonely animals, like starving hearts pumping mud
Polluted like dirt soaked amber lungs,
When all we need is blood
Struggling for air in smog soaked haze

And like lurching lemmings we all find the same dark place


What will become of all that used to be,
All that we have been
All that we have seen
And never see again

Everything slipping, over the edge

Like losing yourself, watching

The heart in your chest give out and body rot like rotting teeth
When the skin outside gives way to the sick beneath
And the animal you’ve become eats the god you believe

And what lies inside around the cavity where your soul used to be allows something that’s not you to breathe

And all you can do is watch

As all the gain you’ve gained is lost,

And all is set in place

And like lurching lemmings we all find the same dark place