LABOUR(the cacophony|Explicit)
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
- All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
- Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
- Just an appendage, live to attend him
- So that he never lifts a finger
- 24/7 baby machine
- So he can live out his picket fence dreams
- It’s not an act of love if you make her
- You make me do too much labour
- Why are you hanging on
- So tight
- To the rope that I’m hanging from
- Off this island
- This was an escape plan
- Carefully timed it
- So let me go
- And dive into the waves below
- Who tends the orchards?
- Who fixes up the gables
- Emotional torture
- From the head of your high table
- Who fetches the water
- From the rocky mountain spring
- And walk back down again
- To feel your words and their sharp sting
- And I’m getting ****ing tired
- The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
- If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
- For somebody I thought was my saviour
- You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
- The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
- If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
- And the silence haunts our bed chamber
- You make me do too much labour
- Apologies from my tongue
- And never yours
- Busy lapping from flowing cup
- And stabbing with your fork
- I know you’re a smart man
- And weaponize
- The false incompetence
- It’s dominance under guise
- If we had a daughter
- I’d watch and could not save her
- The emotional torture
- From the head of your high table
- She’d do what you taught her
- She’d meet the same cruel fate
- So now I’ve gotta run
- So I can undo this mistake
- At least I’ve gotta try
- The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
- If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
- For somebody I thought was my saviour
- You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
- The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
- If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
- And the silence haunts our bed chamber
- You make me do too much labour
- All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
- Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
- Just an appendage, live to attend him
- So that he never lifts a finger
- 24/7 baby machine
- So he can live out his picket fence dreams
- It’s not an act of love if you make her
- You make me do too much labour
- All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
- Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
- Just an appendage, live to attend him
- So that he never lifts a finger
- 24/7 baby machine
- So he can live out his picket fence dreams
- It’s not an act of love if you make her
- You make me do too much labour
- The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
- If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
- For somebody I thought was my saviour
- You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
- The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
- If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
- And the silence haunts our bed chamber
- You make me do too much labour
the message is clear in this one<3
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Comment 4
Glad to hear your voice
So sweet
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