More songs by Ethel Cain
Description
The smell of dampness, walls saturated with mold, and the desire to hide in this room so deeply that no one can reach you. Here, love sounds like a request that is doomed from the start: leave the door ajar, even if your heart has long been taken by another.
Everything hangs on the painful “she was my first,” like a childish grievance that has grown into something much heavier. Inside is the recognition that the end is visible from the beginning, but still the hand reaches for the illusion.
The result is a sad mantra about unequal roles: one changes, the other waits. And on this empty page, only the surname remains - a heavy anchor and the only proof that something still belongs.
Author: Hayden Anhedonia
Producer: Hayden Anhedonia
Mixing: Hayden Anhedonia
Mixing atmos: Prash “Engine-Earz” Mistry and Lavar Bullard
Mastering: Matthew Tomasi
Instruments:
Synths, bass, vocals: Hayden Anhedonia
Electric guitar, additional vocals: Matthew Tomasi
Visualizer: Hayden Anhedonia