Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My 1st Time, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song Black Rain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
My 1st Time |
The attic was less to us than the cellar |
If the bones liked the attic, let them have it |
Let them stay in the attic. |
When they sometimes |
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed |
Behind the door and headboard of the bed |
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers |
With sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter |
That’s what I sit up in the dark to say… |
The first time, I didn’t even feel guilty |
Never washed off, stayed bloody and filthy |
Just laid there next to the kid all night |
Kind of soaking it all in, and feeling alright |
I wasn’t even old enough to drive yet, it was hell |
I had to put him on my handlebars and dump him down a well |
I try to feed of that until I couldn’t anymore |
By my sixteenth birthday, my total had grown to four |
I ain’t afraid of you, but be afraid of me |
Cause when the lights go down, there ain’t no stopping me |
Memories of my first real killing |
They found her all tied up, just hanging from the ceiling |
What I was feeling was just so dark and twisted |
I couldn’t believe I just did this |
Now I’m stuck in my very own private Hell |
Will I ever do it again? |
Time will tell |
My first time |
I was in control until the blood |
It was my first time |
The bloody mess I had to clean up |
It was my first time |
I know this ain’t right |
It was my first time |
I finally took someone else’s life |
Every time I lay my ass down to sleep |
I pray to fuck these memories seize |
Bloody face and final breaths taken |
But the first, uh, what was I thinking? |
Just a piece of rope and a pair of hands |
It was a man, but she kept talking man |
Suffocation, through the mouth breathing |
I chocked her for the very first time for no reason |
It was eleven on my clock, I remember that much |
In the graveyard waiting for the dope man to show up |
Ten minuets pasts, and there’s still no sign |
Just then off in the night, I see some headlights |
A car rolls by, driving slow and I don’t know |
I thought it was my folk, I ain’t pulled the .44 |
They stopped the ride, started blasting |
The fist time I didn’t pull the heat |
Damn, this what happened |
My first time |
I was in control until the blood |
It was my first time |
The bloody mess I had to clean up |
It was my first time |
I know this ain’t right |
It was my first time |
I finally took someone else’s life |
First time my knife touched skin |
And the red blood started flowing so quick I just couldn’t quit |
Kept stabbing until everything that I seen was red |
The pillow, the blankets, the walls, and even the bed |
One color dominating everything like contemporary art |
Am I the killer or artist with bloody heart? |
Then I curled into a ball in the corner of the room |
Feeling like a creep in the light of the moon |
If I took this gun and put a hole in your chest |
It won’t compare to the first time I put someone to rest |
Kind of like a dream, but on a nightmare level |
Every time I think about it I can still hear the shovel |
Diggin' deep into the dirt to try to hide the pain |
Knowing I got away with something I’ll regret in the end |
I really shouldn’t have never done it |
But fuck it, I did him in |
The first person that I killed was my first best friend |
My first time |
I was in control until the blood |
It was my first time |
The bloody mess I had to clean up |
It was my first time |
I know this ain’t right |
It was my first time |
I finally took someone else’s life |
Someone else’s life first |
Someone else’s life |