Why are you hanging on so tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Off this island this was an escape plan 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
******* 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 ended 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 I know you're a smart man and weaponise
The false incompetence it's dominance under a 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 virgin nurse and 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 all day every day
If our love died nymph then virgin
For somebody just an appendage
I thought was my saviour live to attend him
You sure make me do so that
A whole lot of labour
24 7
Is cracking
If our love ends so he can live out
And the silence
Haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
