Lemming like they serge and flow
As to their end they swiftly go
Swallowed up by death’s dark water
Striving for the things they oughta.
Racing on, not looking up
To sniff the breeze of freedoms cup.
Copying the lives of others
TV’s glare outshines its brothers
Missing call of sun and moon,
Arriving dead much far too soon.
A rat race headed for the sea
Enslaved forever souls to be.
But if they dared to stop and look
Another path, redemption took
Why then indeed they’d once more be
Mankind of hope at last set free.