Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labelled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep my friend, and you will see The dream is my reality They keep me locked up in this cage Can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage? Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Build my fear of what’s out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I’m insane They think our heads are in their hands But violent use brings violent plans Keep him tied, it makes him well He’s getting better, can’t you tell? No more can they keep us in Listen, damn it, we will win They see it right, they see it well But they think this saves us from our hell Sanitarium Leave me be Sanitarium Just leave me alone Sanitarium (Just leave me alone) Fear of living on Natives getting restless now Mutiny in the air Got some death to do Mirror stares back hard Kill, it’s such a friendly word Seems the only way For reaching out again
My 2 Cents –
Feeling a little extra crazy these days, so I felt like a visit to the sanitarium was appropriate. an old favorite, and one that helps to calm the demons when they get a little too restless.
[Verse 1] Why are you hangin’ on So tight To the rope that I’m hangin’ 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 gettin’ fuckin’ tired
[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 The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Post-Chorus] (You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2] Apologies from my tongue Never yours Busy lapping from a 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 guise
[Pre-Chorus] 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
[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 The calloused skin on my hands is crackin’ If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
[Bridge] All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven 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 a virgin, nurse, and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven 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 [Chorus] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid) If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant) For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) The callous skin on my hands is crackin’ (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It’s not an act of love if you make her) You make me do too much labour
My 2 Cents –
this song was very cleverly marketed. it brings out a lot of feminine rage. There is not a woman alive who doesn’t understand at least one line of this song. I actually was awaiting the release date…and I have not done that in years. It is well written. The part that they released to tease with was perfect.
In mother earth’s garden, a flower was growing Her blossoms as red as the love in her soul But along came a Daisy with a heart of fool’s gold And petals as white as a lie could be told
The Daisy was parched, he begged her for drink He wept and he groveled right there at her feet The flower obliged with a soft-hearted grin She bent her own stem to give nectar to him
If only she noticed how deeply he drank The Daisy grew taller while she only sank He spread out his leaves and he beckoned the shade A cover so thick no light could penetrate
She pleaded with him, he ignored all her cries He stood like a tower his head held so high The flower was stunned, she was spurned and betrayed Alone in the darkness, she flew in a rage
She hardened her skin and grew out her thorns So no other Daisy could hurt her anymore But she kept her blush red to this very day So she’d never forget all the love she misplaced
So the next time you see Daisies in bloom Don’t stop for a gander just keep walking through (keep walking through) And the next time you see a Rose of red stain Just know that her beauty was not without pain
Watch the torch set aflame Watch it burn, watch it fade Watch the armies gather suit Someone’s gotta win and lose They say my heart is almost black Well baby, who’s to blame for that? (Ah, ah, ah) Who’s to blame for-
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way But villains aren’t born Darlin’, they’re made
Scream my name when they run Honestly, it’s kinda fun Scream it louder when they fall I’m never satisfied at all They take, they take until you give You taught me well, now watch me win Now watch me win
Count your blessings, count your minutes Played my game, hell, now you’re in it Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way
I aim before I kill Live only for the thrill It’s bad, I know, but still There’s nothing left to lose Don’t tell me it’s not fair Believe me, I’ve been there I’d much rather be alone If I’m sitting on a- Sitting on a- Sitting on a throne
Count your blessings, count your minutes (oh) Played my game, hell, now you’re in it (oh) Bittersweet, my renegade And I’m anything but tame Grab your sword, you might just need it ‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’ Oh, I hate to tell you this way Villains aren’t born Darlin’, we’re made
My 2 Cents –
So, I survived the birthday. And on midnight of my birthday this song came across my fyp on TikTok. It got me wondering. A villain era does not have to be me doing anything bad… Ursula is considered a Villain…all that she does is expect Ariel to follow a contract. Maybe I should have a villain era. Self care will seem villainous to all of the people who expect me to be at their beck and call…