Space Transmission - Porcupine Tree

You must listen very carefully to what I have to say

There isn’t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments

For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet

He is keeping me here against my will

And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete

I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter

Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded

fourteen centuries ago

A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying,

«God, why do the millions worship you instead of I?

Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?»

A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth

And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly

About a dream I had many moons ago

In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses

That was all, but it lasted for many days

Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales

He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth

And then I will seek my revenge