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Title: Too Much Labour
(Verse 1)
Why did you change so much?
Losing this warmth that I loved?
Of this house, a dream turned to a nightmare,
Carefully timed it, so now let me go.
Diving into the dark below,
Who tends to love? Who crafted these tortures?
Emotional torture from the head of your high table.
(Chorus)
Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
And walks back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting?
And I'm getting fucking tired,
Tired of this endless noise inside my head,
Questions lingering, with no answers said.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking,
If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts my heart,
You make me do too much labour from the start.
(Chorus)
Apologies from my mistakes, and never yours,
Busy obeying you, flowing cup and stabbing fork.
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), weaponize,
The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise.
(Verse 2)
If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her,
The emotional torture