The capillaries in my eyes are about to burst
If our love died, would it be the worst?
For someone I thought was my savior
You sure make me work too much

The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence stalks our room
you make me work hard

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then virgin, nurse then maid
Just an appendix, I live to attend to it
So that you never lift a finger
24/7, baby machine
So you can live your dreams of an ideal family
It’s not an act of love if you force her
you make me work too much

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then virgin, nurse and servant
Just an appendix, I live to attend to it
So that you never lift a finger
24/7, baby machine
So you can live your dreams of an ideal family
It’s not an act of love if you force her
you make me work too much

The capillaries of my eyes (all day, every day)
They are about to explode (therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died (nymph, then virgin)
Would it be the worst? (Nurse, then maid)
For someone (just an appendix)
I thought he was my savior (I live to see him)
You sure make me (for that)
Working too hard (he never lifts a finger)

The calloused skin of my hands (24∕7)
It’s cracking (baby machine)
If our love ended (so he could live)
Would that be a bad thing? (Your picket fence dreams)
And silence (is not an act of love)
She torments our bedroom (if you force her)
you make me work hard

Video for ‘Labour’ by Paris Paloma

Starring singer-songwriter and actor Henry Hayward, Josh Sanger directed the short film that shows Paloma serving dinner to her husband in a medieval setting. She watches him eat greedily while she recites the lyrics of the song until, disgusted by his repulsive behavior, she symbolizes the savage treatment that he permanently maintains against herstarts eating from his own menu. He takes a grenade to devour it without taking his eyes off the man who has caused him so much harm, showing him that he is no longer afraid of him and challenges him to keep up with him. Stunned, he stops eating to focus on her, but as soon as his gaze drops, the woman escapes without a trace. When he looks for it again with his eyes, he notices that it has disappeared.

Meaning of ‘Labour’ by Paris Paloma

The lyrics are so telling that it would be worth saying that there is no need to explain them, but at the same time, words are not enough to describe the complexity of its message. In her poetic style, the author narrates the daily life of a married couple between a man and a woman. Although he likes to pretend that they are “the ideal family full of love”reality couldn’t be further from that.