Ethel Cain

[Verse 1]We were in a race to grow upYesterday, through today, ’til tomorrowBut when the plant blew upA piece of shrapnel flew and slowed that part of youThe doctors gave you until the end of ادامه مطلب

The ground reaches out to catch meSoftly in her baseball mittI’m tired of the dirt and gritI want something soft I’m a fish in a bucket, thrashingHe tried to take me out, hooks in my ادامه مطلب