The Creator Has A Mastertape — Porcupine Tree

He captured and collected things And he put them in a shed He raised a proper family So he could tie them to a bed

The creator had a mastertape But he left it in a cab I stared into the void tonight The best dream I ever had

He worked himself into the ground And drove a spike into his head A voice said Are you happy now? Your sordid home is running red?

Pills and chloroform All the pages torn