First-Degree
DVSR Lyrics


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Yo, I watched the light in his eyes fade
The sweat moving from my nose it fell on his dying face
I watched my demons just fly away
The primal instinct released in me and my mind state
Turned to his father who was spectating
Palms to the sky tears in his eyes hoping god will save him (uhh)
"Isn't the devils presence breathtaking"
I whispered as i twisted the tool of in him fucking take him
Corrupted by the vessels that were rotting
Played his veins like a puppet
Displayed ‘em and loved it fuck this
Yo but I can't, I remember what he did to me this
Imagery regurgitated displayed it for him to see I
Cut a smile on my face and put him out of his misery
Ageing my body inside this distillery it's still in me yo

Sober?, no, nobodies home I know it
I've poured that bottle down my throat
And chucked his corpse on the road explosive
Yo discard the heart he had left
Antagonizing my magnified atoms and organize rhythms
Uh, listen
I made him stick em' up like the hair on my
Arms when the sensation is thrilling, 'cause
Ventricular time ticking you're quick to get
Little bit of a incline kick in so so so many minds
Thinking won't they just leave me in solace
Alone and so lost emulate behavior that demotes us
I tally my skin with days I can not bare and veil
My weary eyes from the occurrence that re-appears
Deaths doves speak with assassins
Motivated by visions of him burning ashes
My final breathe forever lasting lay me




By his side and just bury me in his casket
Lay me by his side and just bury me in his casket

Overall Meaning

The song “First-Degree” by DVSR tells the story of a person who seeks revenge against someone who has wronged them in the past. The first verse details the murder of the perpetrator, with the singer watching the life slowly fade out of the victim's eyes. However, the lyrics suggest that this act has also released the singer's inner demons, indulging in the primal instinct of revenge. The singer even addresses the victim’s father who witnesses the act, asking if “the devil’s presence [is] breathtaking” as they carry out the revenge. The second verse talks about the aftermath of the murder, with the singer drowning their sorrows in alcohol and vividly recalling the actions they have taken. The final lines of the song reveal that the singer desires to be buried alongside the victim, hinting at the idea that the revenge they took has cost them their own life.


The lyrics of “First-Degree” are unnerving and unsettling, but they offer an intriguing portrayal of the human psyche and the consequences of seeking revenge. The song seems to suggest that there is a price to pay for indulging in such primal emotions, and that revenge can be a force that corrupts and ultimately destroys those who seek it. The lyrics are also incredibly vivid, using imagery and sensory detail to create a haunting picture of the murder and its aftermath. Overall, “First-Degree” is a complex and thought-provoking exploration of the theme of revenge.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, I watched the light in his eyes fade
I witnessed him dying and saw the spark of life leave his body.


The sweat moving from my nose it fell on his dying face
As I watched him die, I was so close to him that my own sweat dropped on his face.


I watched my demons just fly away
As I killed him, I felt like my inner demons had been released and had flown away from me.


The primal instinct released in me and my mind state
My primal instincts kicked in, and I became overwhelmed with a sense of aggression and violence.


Turned to his father who was spectating
I looked at his father, who was watching the murder happen.


Palms to the sky tears in his eyes hoping god will save him (uhh)
His father was crying and praying for divine intervention.


"Isn't the devils presence breathtaking"
I said to myself sarcastically that the devil's influence over the situation was impressive.


I whispered as i twisted the tool of in him fucking take him
I uttered a curse word as I killed him, feeling a sense of satisfaction in my violent act.


Corrupted by the vessels that were rotting
Filled with anger and hate, I was corrupted by my own emotions and the decay within me.


Played his veins like a puppet
I controlled his life and death as if he were a puppet, manipulating his veins and blood flow.


Displayed ‘em and loved it fuck this
I took pleasure in showing off his veins and reveling in his death, feeling no remorse.


Yo but I can't, I remember what he did to me this
Although I enjoyed killing him, I couldn't ignore what he had done to me in the past.


Imagery regurgitated displayed it for him to see I
I vomited up memories of past trauma and showed them to him as he died.


Cut a smile on my face and put him out of his misery
I smiled as I killed him because I believed it was what he deserved and it relieved me of my trauma.


Ageing my body inside this distillery it's still in me yo
Despite the passage of time, the act of killing him has had a lasting effect on my body and mind.


Sober?, no, nobodies home I know it
I'm aware that I'm not sober, as I'm consumed by my own thoughts and memories.


I've poured that bottle down my throat
I've turned to alcohol to numb my pain and forget my violent act.


And chucked his corpse on the road explosive
After killing him, I discarded his body in a violent and explosive manner, showing no respect for his life.


Yo discard the heart he had left
I didn't care what remained of him after killing him and wanted to remove his very heart from existence.


Antagonizing my magnified atoms and organize rhythms
I'm tormented by my own thoughts and the physical and emotional aftermath of killing him.


Uh, listen
Pay attention to what I'm saying, as it reveals my inner thoughts and feelings.


I made him stick em' up like the hair on my
I coerced him into giving up his power and control, just like the hair standing up on my body indicates a reaction to a stimulus.


Arms when the sensation is thrilling, 'cause
I feel excited and stimulated by the power I have over him, despite the gravity of my violent act.


Ventricular time ticking you're quick to get
The time is ticking until his life comes to an end, and I take pleasure in his imminent death.


Little bit of a incline kick in so so so many minds
Even a small inclination towards violent behavior can manifest in many people's minds and result in destructive actions.


Thinking won't they just leave me in solace
I'm afraid that the memories and consequences of my violent act will haunt me and that I won't find peace.


Alone and so lost emulate behavior that demotes us
I feel alone and adrift, and my violent behavior only serves to degrade me further as a person.


I tally my skin with days I can not bare and veil
I carry emotional scars and physical marks from my violent act that I cannot bear to look at or acknowledge.


My weary eyes from the occurrence that re-appears
I'm haunted by the memory of what I did and can't escape the pain and guilt it brings me.


Deaths doves speak with assassins
Death has a sense of finality and inevitability that forces even killers like me to acknowledge its power.


Motivated by visions of him burning ashes
I feel compelled to continue my violent acts by imagining the death and destruction of those who have wronged me.


My final breathe forever lasting lay me
My violent tendencies have taken over me, and I will never be able to shake off the memories and consequences of my actions.


By his side and just bury me in his casket
I want to be buried with him because our violent actions have forever linked us together in death.




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