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
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