Labour: A Haunting Anthem for the Burdened

Verse 1

Why do you cling to the rope that strangles me, Unwilling to share the weight you impose with such glee? I labour tirelessly, my hands scarred and raw, While you, indolent master, stand aloof, untouched by the law. If our love crumbles, will the burden still be mine, Or will you finally shoulder your share, this labour so divine?

Intro

All day, every day, I am therapist, mother, maid, Nymph, virgin, nurse, and servant, my spirit flayed.