Video de That Thing Upstairs is Not My Mother

The reflection on the lino
Looks like insects slowly wrestling
Underneath a swinging light bulb
With a small transistor blasting
And outside the windows
The ravens on the fence
Stood screaming at the sunset
And it made no difference
As you quivered in the corner
And above you in the cupboard
The howling and the screams
That thing upstairs is not my mother
And the food rots in the cupboard
And the carpet on the floor
Falls into stagnant make-up
Which you smear across the walls
The rats start their clawing
Blind, smothered, unloved
Oh, merciless creator
That thing upstairs is not my mother
And the gasoline and spirits
Spilt methodically around
And the flames engulf the staircase
As she's writhing on the ground
And the carpet in the hallway
Looked like cockroaches receding
Down the passage from the doorway
Came the smell of something burning