porcupine tree
the creator has a mastertape
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 master tape 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? Your sordid home is running red?  Pills and chloroform All the pages torn