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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): COLIN EDWIN BALCH, GAVIN RICHARD HARRISON, RICHARD BARBIERI, STEVEN WILSON