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Track: Pulldrone
Artist: Ethel Cain
Album: Perverts

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Name: Ethel Cain
Spotify Genres: southern gothic
Followers: 1,105,965
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Ethel Cain is the stage name (and fictional character) created by singer-songwriter Hayden Anhedönia.

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Release: Ethel Cain - Perverts
Year: 2025
Genres: Electronic, Rock, Non-Music
Styles: Drone, Dark Ambient, Spoken Word, Doomcore, Slowcore, Electroacoustic, Noise, Ethereal

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LYRICS

One, apathy, pain that I am, and I am nothing
Two, disruption, there goes a great shudder within my soul
A shimmering of bells through the mist
Three, curiosity, one quick moment to crane the neck
I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room
Four, assimilation, low wellspring of knowledge
A feeling of sensation, beauty overwhelming
I would dislocate my jaw to fit it all in
Five, aggrandization, the pull, yes, the pull
Send down your call to suffocation and let me in
Six, delineation, I want to know what God knows, and I will be with Him
Sent over thе edge, I sigh, flush against the vеil, I sing
Seven, perversion, it is no good baring false witness
They won’t say it but
I am what I am, but we are not the same
It is no good speaking of fairness, the fools’ errand
Eight, resentment, are these fools to be proud of
Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate you since I became to live
Hate, hate
Nine, separation, I was an angel, though plummeting, the stars are beams shining through the wheel
I am that sure Hell must be cold
Ten, degradation, nature chews on me
Eleven, annihilation, this agony, such is the consequence of the great audience
I will claw myself to the great dark and we will not speak of this place again
Twelve, desolation, there in lies sacred geometry of onanism, an ouroboros of punishment
I am what I was as I no longer am, for I am nothing
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