Copy of Ethel Cain (Unreleased)

There's a painting that hangs
Up above my bed
It's a portrait of what
I once had with you
Bloody reds and virgin blues
Where we danced laughing in the hues
Now form a bruise

I burnt all my candles
Waiting up for you
Told myself that you’d come back
If I prayed hard enough
And I knew it wasn’t true
Cause I had so much left to lose
But not my youth

So I got my brushes
And I painted you right out because

I tried
I did
I ripped myself right open
Just to let you in
But it hurt
It hurt so much
So I took all my black
And covered up the evidence

What once was young
Now grows old
In a frame of black and gold

Your body sprawled out on the sheets
Veins of blue and eyes of green
And flushed cheeks of vibrant pinks
In that painting

It was just as much my fault
As it was yours
I painted you a saint
And myself a whore
As I thought of what you tarnished
My tears ruined all the varnish
But still I kept it

Cause if I forget you
And you come back
I might forgive you

I tried
I did
I ripped myself right open
Just to let you in
But it hurt
It hurt so much
So I took all my black
And covered up the evidence

What once was there
Has now been lost
And you took the fruit
And I paid the cost

I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the sun goes down
And it's too dark to see
Please don’t ever seek me out
Cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how

I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the sun goes down
And it's too dark to see
Please don’t ever seek me out
Cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how

I'll sing a song for you in the evening
When the sun goes down
And it's too dark to see
Please don’t ever seek me out
Cause I could not turn you away
I never thought to learn how

God knows I tried
I did
I ripped myself right open
Just to let you in
God knows I tried
I did
I ripped myself right open
Just to let you in
But it hurt
It hurt so bad
So I took all my black
And covered up the evidence
I'm all out of tears
Cause I cried them all
When I gave you my best years
So I'll rip that painting from my wall
For I've no more room in my house for you
My dear

So I took fire to my art
And then I set alight myself
And at last I could die with you
I always wanted nothing else

Arcane Vessels

White Silas ~ Varnish

ethel cain – the epitaph

Darlin' do you see the fright?
I'm holdin' on so tight
I close my eyes in spite
Of the fact I can't sleep at night

I can hear all the noise
Laughin' with the pretty boys
Actin' so fuckin' coy
Kill the lights, Kill the joy

Well I don't need a teacher or preacher
In silver and gold
I'm not a believer, I'm good on my own
And I don't need no bitch walkin' me home
I got this on my own, I got this on my own

Hunny's gotta go get high
If he doesn't then he thinks he'll die
Well maybe baby, my oh my
That's the key to gettin' by

I can handle one through three
Hunny that's clear to see
But what isn't clear to me
Is what it fuckin' feels like to feel free
What it fuckin' feels like to feel free


Well I don't need a teacher or preacher
In silver and gold
I'm not a believer, I'm good on my own
And I don't need no bitch walkin' me home
I got this on my own, I got this on my own

Hunny's gotta go get high
If he doesn't then he thinks he'll die
Well maybe baby, my oh my
That's the key to gettin' by

Hunny (Maddy Ellwanger cover) | Ethel Cain

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

No Rest for the Wicked

Ethelcain42

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