Lemmings (Including Cog) - Van Der Graaf Generator

I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top
Looked down around and all that I could see
Were those that I would dearly love to share with
Crashing on quite blindly to the sea
I tried to ask what game this was but knew I might not play it
The voice as one as no-one came to me
'We have looked upon the heroes and they are found wanting
We have looked hard across the land but we can see no dawn
We have now dared to sear the sky but we are still bleeding
We are drawing near to the cliff now we can hear the call
And the clouds are piled in mountain shapes
There is no escape except to go forward
Don't ask us for an answer now
It's far too late to bow to that convention
What course is there left but to die
We have looked upon the high kings found them less than mortals
Their names are dust before the just March of our young new law
Minds surging strong we hurtle on into the dark portal
No-one can halt our final vault into the unknown maw
And as the elders beat their brows
They know that it's really far too late now to stop us
For if the sky is seeded death
What is the point in catching breath -expel it
What cause is there left but to die
In search of something we're not quite sure of
What cause is there left but to die
What cause is there left but to die
What cause is there left but to die
I really don't know why
I know our ends may be soon but why do you make them sooner
Time may finally prove only the living move her and
No life lies in the quicksand
Yes I know it's
Out of control out of control
Greasy machinery slides on the rails
Young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled
Cogs tearing bones cogs tearing bones
Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams
Mind and machinery box-press the dreams
But there still is time
Cowards are they who run today the fight is beginning
No war with knives fight with our lives lemmings can teach nothing
Death offers no hope we must grope for the unknown answer
Unite our blood abate the flood avert the disaster
There's other ways than screaming in the mob
That makes us merely cogs of hatred
Look to the why and where we are
Look to yourselves and the stars and in the end
What choice is there left but to live
In the hope of saving our children's children's little ones
What choice is there left but to live
What choice is there left but to live
What choice is there left but to live to save the little ones
What choice is there left but to try
What choice is there left but to try
What choice is there left but to try