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 lAre you happy now ??

lYour sordid home is running red?



Pills and chloroform

All the pages torn