The Mill Video (MV)

Pinched in at the middle
Her small frame smiled out
But lost in suspicion
I failed to grasp it
Her word was an umbrella
It had me on its point
Her stroke was euthanasia
It swept me up in its charity
My helpers came
I didn't recognise them
They gathered about me
I shrugged them all off

Your sides are splitting
As you fall to the floor
I summarise my hatreds
And leave
I cloud over
And feel with the edges of my hands
The beige kernel
The man-made husk
Chafing all around me
It funnels me out
And sorely I'm let
Reeling

As I spit through the mists
I know that you fall away
You're watching me punish
My body for its own issue
I want you to look
At my back as I walk
I want you to know
The crook of my knees
I don't want to turn
I don't want to face you
Because I know if I turn
Then I will turn on you

And this was a haven
And this was a lie
The hangings were yellow
And small in my life
And I don't like to think this
And I don't want to say
And I'll wrap it in something
And I'll send it away
And it will be received
By a poor, distant fool
Who will wrap it all up
With weak, weak lies