Isle of No-Man

Behold, all of man end in everydayness In order to measure up to perfection Tick tock, tick tock The clock goes on How about spontaneous combustion? How about whatever makes your world go round To find the way to your savior Choice is truth or lie Virtue or sin Depression or liberation But not for you (not for you, not for you) Non-existent is the road paved in front of you That lightened path towards upheaval Just a shadow cast from the solitary tree On the Isle of No-Man Beloved be the light But all ways lead towards the dark I forgive you for going astray Life is death inhaling now And death seems life-defining somehow So let's just go home Beloved be the light But all ways lead towards the dark I forgive you for going astray Life is death inhaling now And death seems life-defining somehow So let's just go home Let's just go home Let's just go home Let's just go home