Testo di Synesthesia

I'm sending you a letter Because I don't think there's much time Time to lear 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 lyring 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