Copy of Ethel Cain (Unreleased)

Lyrics: 
Burning gun metal
Making ice cream 
From blood and viscera
Little children eat
Evil men don't need their heads
Even good ones would be better off dead
Coming in hot, i've been walking in the wild, we've been walking in the wild, i've been Walking in the wild, wild, wild, wild
Why why why why why why why why
White van, wasting the lot, the lot, you're gonna die, die, die, you can scream, cry Whatever you want, you know what i want, i'm gonna kill you cunt
Swine boy, wanna see you run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
I'm gonna hurt you cause it's what i want

Leave your severed head
On your mother's porch step
Men who hurt kids all wind up dead
Let's get this bread, kids, let's eat these men 

Is your pathetic little life that sad and lonely
For you to stick your shit in places it shouldn't be
I'm gonna peel your skin back and crush your ballsack
Cause men like you sleep below the tarmac
They won't find you but you wouldn't want them to 

White van, wasting the lot, the lot, you're gonna die, die, die, you can scream, cry
Whatever you want, you know what i want, i'm gonna kill you cunt
Swine boy, wanna see you run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
I'm gonna hurt you cause it's what i want

Leave your severed head
On your mother's porch step
Men who hurt kids all wind up dead
Let's get this bread, kids, let's eat these men

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Think about it: the past is a dream; we can't live it, we can only think it, so that puts it in the dream realm. And we rarely remember the past as it really was, so we tweak it to make it fit, but does the "fit" represent truth or reality? You get it: the past is a dream that we change and rearrange. The song tells the whole story in modern dream pop style.

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