[00:00.52] One, two, three
[00:04.53] Why are you hanging on so tight
[00:09.85] To the rope that I'm hanging from?
[00:13.70] Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
[00:18.91] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[00:23.44] And dive into the waves below
[00:27.00] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
[00:32.94] Emotional torture from the head of your high table
[00:37.82] Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
[00:44.17] And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting
[00:51.41] And I'm getting fucking tired
[00:54.43] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:57.32] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[01:00.53] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:03.11] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:06.04] The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:09.08] If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?
[01:11.81] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:14.68] You make me do too much labour
[01:19.11] 
[01:26.18] You make me do too much labour
[01:30.15] Apologies from my tongue, and never yours
[01:35.54] Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
[01:41.79] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise
[01:47.24] The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise
[01:51.91] If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[01:58.29] The emotional torture, from the head of your high table
[02:03.55] She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:09.82] So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
[02:16.83] At least I've gotta try
[02:20.04] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:23.38] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:26.24] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:28.68] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:31.84] The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:34.54] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:37.69] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:40.49] You make me do too much labour
[02:43.25] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:46.04] Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
[02:48.81] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:51.83] So that he never lifts a finger
[02:54.56] 24-7, baby machine
[02:57.25] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:00.25] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:03.10] You make me do too much labour
[03:06.06] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:08.90] Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant
[03:11.89] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:14.56] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:17.58] 24-7, baby machine
[03:20.17] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:23.22] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:26.12] You make me do too much labour
[03:28.87] All day, every day (the capillaries in my eyes)
[03:30.66] Therapist, mother, maid (are bursting)
[03:31.64] Nymph then virgin (if our love died)
[03:33.27] Nurse and a servant (would that be the worst thing?)
[03:34.71] Just an appendage (for somebody)
[03:35.77] Live to attend him (I thought was my saviour)
[03:37.38] So that (you sure make)
[03:38.17] He never lifts a finger (me do a whole lot of labour)
[03:40.55] 24-7 (the calloused skin on)
[03:41.64] Baby machine (my hands is crackin')
[03:42.94] So he can live out (if our love ends)
[03:44.51] His picket fence dreams (would that be a bad thing?)
[03:45.88] It's not an act of love (and the silence)
[03:47.14] If you make her (haunts our bed chamber)
[03:48.99] You make me do too much labour
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