Nobody asked you to be what you are
Nobody told you to go quite so far
Sometimes they need more than 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
You 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 to grave
So suffer in silence, you will never be saved

And all of the answers washed out in 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 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