Luyện nghe bài hát Lemmings (incorporating Cog)

I alone upon the highest cliff-top,
looked down, around, and all that I see
were those that I would love to share with
crashing on blindly to the sea....
I tried to ask what this was,
but I would not play it:
the voice, as one, as no-one, to me....
'We have looked upon the
and they are wanting;
we have looked across the land,
but we can see no
we have now to sear the sky,
but we are still
we are near to the cliffs,
now we can the call.
The are piled in mountain-shapes,
there is no except to go forward.
ask us for an answer now,
it's far too late to bow to convention.
What course is left but to die?
We have upon the High Kings,
them less than mortals:
their names are before the just
of our young, new law.
Minds stumbling strong, we on
into the dark
No-one can our final vault
the unknown maw.
And as the beat their brows

know that it is really far too now to stop us.
For if the sky is death
is the point in catching breath?...Expel it!
What is there left but to die
in search of something we're not quite of?'
What is there left but to die?
What cause is left but to die?
What cause is there but to die?
...I don't know why...
I our ends may be soon
but why do you make them
may finally prove
only the living her and
no life in the quicksand.
Yes I it's
Out of control, out of
Greasy slides on the rails,
Young minds and bodies on spokes impaled....
Cogs tearing bones, tearing bones:
Iron-throated monsters are our screams,
and machinery box-press the dreams.
...but there is time...
Cowards are who run today,
the is beginning...
no war knives, fight with our lives,
can teach nothing;
death no hope, we must grope
for the answer:
our blood, abate the flood,
the disaster...
there's other ways than screaming in the
that us merely cogs of hatred.
to the why and where we are,
look to yourselves and the and in the end
choice is there left but to live
in the hope of
our children's children's little
What choice is there but to
choice is there but to live?
What choice is there but to
to the little ones?
What is there left but to try?