No Man's Land - Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

Nobody asked you to be what you are,

Nobody told you to go quite so far,

Sometimes they need more then you have to give.

Everyone demands the ultimate gift

And each fragile moment of every long day

You’re frightened of failure in each word you say

Your wives and your children

Family and friends will persecute you for each small accident

And nothing can save you, no one forgives, your were buried in

Envy the moment that you lived.

And running and hiding will do you no good

Praying is wasted you misunderstood

That the rules of the game were the ones that you laid all those long years ago

When you heedlessly played at the role of creator from cradle till grave,

So suffer in silence you will never be saved.

And all of the answers washed out on the sand

On a far distant shore of some unnamed dark land

Where the science of reason cannot yet expand

On the gospel of the martyrs, the nails in their hands,

Crashing gracelessly forward through forward through debris of fate

To the last bitter chapter the terminal gate

The chains that you fashioned you strain just to stand

Stumbling slowly surely into your own no man’s land.