What Do We Now Think About Mother What do we now think about mother? Who was the horror in the night? I'm twelve years old and the house is empty; I'm very empty outside your dreams. You'll come home or die in a car crash, And I will dissolve slowly... Build a world of you own; What will it mean? I'm very empty outside your dreams. What do we now think about mother? Who is an angel who shines on me Like cup-cakes and "it's alright". I'm six years old and full of fear, Guilt bred in front of a mirror - Confusion and fear. You'll promise me love and ice cream, Or yell at me for wanting Love and ice cream. Now I will build happy families. I never find what I want. Where am I going outside your dream? I'm twentyfive and look at your dream; Happy houses, respect, care and love: But your dream would be thin, Even if it weren't already broken. A layer on paint on who's wall Keeping out the damp. I've felt the corruption, The ants, the worms, the maggots, Eating the body of your mother love For so long, For twentyfive years. I'm very empty, Mother. You die in a car crash.
