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At apartment two-thirteen

A warehouse of human remains, you’ve never seen.

The freezer full of lungs, livers and kidney’s

An assortment of heads, shoulders, toes and knees

And what he said to his father,

no it wasn’t spare a dime

I really screwed up this time

And what he told his father,

I’ll make it in a rhyme

I really screwed up this time

Cannibalism and necrophiliac rape

He took pictures, but didn’t record screams on tape

And just when you think it starts to rain

He drills a hole in your skull and puts acid in your brain.