[Written by Steven Wilson]
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
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
