porcupine tree
synesthesia
I'm sending you a letter Because I don't think there's much time Time to clear the cobwebs Time to bear the crime  It's only a number It's only a death Another soldier died in action The telegram regrets  I'm lying on a stretcher They're lying to my face There's no-one left to help me I'm just a waste of space  It's a matter of moments I'll be dead before you've read There's blood on the table And my back is full of lead