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You Always Remember Your First Lyrics
In spite of
A few short years
Of painting a cross
On my facade
There is nothing
A cheap sense
Of self-appreciation
Can hope to fix
I remember the
First time
When I fed
The starving beast
That lies caged
Between a
Waning sliver of
Compassion and
My only true self
The pleasure of
Watching the monster
Dripping with virgin blood
And shattered humanity
Spew out its
Post-coital cheer
And digested screams
That helplessly try
To tear themselves
From my pet
I am not a
Bastard child of
My own false ways
So I won't forget
The way her sweet flesh
Parted ways
To lovingly take in
The seeds spat from
My malicious Id
Those screams of "no"
Were only lies
Because for a second
After the fact
I was a hero
In your eyes
Tenderly carrying you
Into your grave
This rugged beast
Showed you what
A real man
Could do for you
A tearful smile
On your blank face
Was the first thing
To ever witness
The creature that
Now breathes for me
In a tantric way
Like you once wished
"Anywhere but here"
A few short years
Of painting a cross
On my facade
There is nothing
A cheap sense
Of self-appreciation
Can hope to fix
First time
When I fed
The starving beast
That lies caged
Between a
Waning sliver of
Compassion and
My only true self
Watching the monster
Dripping with virgin blood
And shattered humanity
Spew out its
Post-coital cheer
And digested screams
That helplessly try
To tear themselves
From my pet
Bastard child of
My own false ways
So I won't forget
The way her sweet flesh
Parted ways
To lovingly take in
The seeds spat from
My malicious Id
Were only lies
Because for a second
After the fact
I was a hero
In your eyes
Tenderly carrying you
Into your grave
This rugged beast
Showed you what
A real man
Could do for you
On your blank face
Was the first thing
To ever witness
The creature that
Now breathes for me
In a tantric way
Like you once wished
"Anywhere but here"
Song Info
Submitted by
lmthepencilmagician On Feb 22, 2009
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A former serial rapist, now a well-off and respected suburban father, remembers first the time he raped and murdered a girl on a whim during his youth. Although he has spent many years consumed with covering up his past crimes in order to live a stable life, he remembers how much he truly enjoyed being evil. He finally allows his middle-class facade to be corrupted, therefore ushering his "true" persona back into the real world.