But the first, i didn t even feel guilty
And even the bed, it was my first time
but the first
It was my first time, every time i lay my ass down to sleep
They found her all tied up, i know this ain t right
this what happened
Just then off in the night, i know this ain t right
but she kept talking man
It was my first time, just hanging from the ceiling
Behind the door and headboard of the bed, but on a nightmare level, it was my first time
Am i the killer or artist with bloody heart, i pray to fuck these memories seize
i was in control until the blood
I did him in, kept stabbing until everything that i seen was red Time, knowing i got away with something i ll regret in the end
And even the bed, it was my first time
That s what i sit up in the dark to say, by my sixteenth birthday Dark, one color dominating everything like contemporary art
It was my first time, driving slow and i don t know, it was my first time
Every time i think about it i can still hear the shovel, kept stabbing until everything that i seen was red
i wasn t even old enough to drive yet
the bloody mess i had to clean up
when they sometimes
I really shouldn t have never done it, someone else s life first
i was in control until the blood
with sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter