LABOUR (the cacophony|Explicit)-Paris Paloma

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[00:00.00]LABOUR (the cacophony|Explicit) - Paris Paloma
[00:01.46]Composed by：Paris Paloma
[00:02.29]Produced by：Justin Glasco
[00:03.13]All day every day therapist mother maid
[00:05.85]Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant
[00:08.71]Just an appendage live to attend him
[00:11.53]So that he never lifts a finger
[00:14.35]24/7 baby machine
[00:17.11]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[00:20.09]It's not an act of love if you make her
[00:22.93]You make me do too much labour
[00:27.37]Why are you hanging on
[00:30.84]So tight
[00:32.61]To the rope that I'm hanging from
[00:36.52]Off this island
[00:38.75]This was an escape plan
[00:40.10]This was an escape plan
[00:41.95]Carefully timed it
[00:43.98]So let me go
[00:46.40]And dive into the waves below
[00:49.75]Who tends the orchards
[00:52.58]Who fixes up the gables
[00:55.55]Emotional torture
[00:58.36]From the head of your high table
[01:01.18]Who fetches the water
[01:04.03]From the rocky mountain spring
[01:06.85]And walk back down again
[01:08.95]To feel your words and their sharp sting
[01:13.99]And I'm getting fucking tired
[01:17.36]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[01:20.08]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[01:23.26]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:25.57]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:28.87]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:31.68]If our love ends would that be a bad thing
[01:34.69]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:37.21]You make me do too much labour
[01:41.49]Apologies from my tongue
[01:44.97]And never yours
[01:46.89]Busy lapping from flowing cup
[01:49.93]And stabbing with your fork
[01:52.97]I know you're a smart man
[01:54.44]I know you're a smart man
[01:56.45]And weaponize
[01:58.53]The false incompetence
[02:00.68]It's dominance under guise
[02:04.13]If we had a daughter
[02:06.96]I'd watch and could not save her
[02:09.74]The emotional torture
[02:12.69]From the head of your high table
[02:15.45]She'd do what you taught her
[02:18.27]She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:21.20]So now I've gotta run
[02:23.56]So I can undo this mistake
[02:28.31]At least I've gotta try
[02:31.50]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:34.40]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[02:37.42]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:39.77]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:43.19]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:45.86]If our love ends would that be a bad thing
[02:48.99]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:51.51]You make me do too much labour
[02:54.54]All day every day therapist mother maid
[02:57.18]Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant
[03:00.06]Just an appendage live to attend him
[03:02.94]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:05.87]24/7 baby machine
[03:08.55]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:11.44]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:14.34]You make me do too much labour
[03:17.22]All day every day therapist mother maid
[03:20.05]Nymph then a virgin nurse then a servant
[03:22.92]Just an appendage live to attend him
[03:25.77]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:28.64]24/7 baby machine
[03:31.35]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:34.33]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:37.21]You make me do too much labour
[03:40.04]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[03:42.96]If our love died would that be the worst thing
[03:46.10]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[03:48.29]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[03:51.65]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[03:54.44]If our love ends would that be a bad thing
[03:57.51]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[04:00.12]You make me do too much labour