Apartment 213

Visions of your dismembered body occupy me, manipulate your corpse for my own pleasure. I run my fingers through your entrails, your body still warm as I slide inside. Now I'll chop you up, your leanest parts go on my dinner plate. So I take your dead flesh into me (your dead flesh). Through me you'll live for eternity (I'll keep your head).

Don't mind the smell, it's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Have a seat, we'll have a drink and you can tell me everything there is to know about you. I will act the perfect host, nod and smile at all the right moments.

All the while my mind is reeling, considering all the fun to be had, waiting for the drugs to take hold, only then can we begin.

Your life has new meaning. You become my dreams in flesh (Part of me). Your vision starts to blur
I'll make you my plaything. Before you know, it's all over. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213.

Visions of your dismembered body occupy me, manipulate your corpse for my own pleasure. I run my fingers through your entrails, your body still warm as I slide inside. Now I'll chop you up, your leanest parts go on my dinner plate. So I take your dead flesh into me (your dead flesh). Through me you'll live for eternity.

You say you feel a little weird, come in my room and you can lay yourself down. See the pictures, lining the walls, see all the dead eyes as they stare, stare out at you. Say hello to all my previous guests, and goodbye to the life you fucking know.

As I wrap my hands around your neck, asphyxiation takes its toll, your body tenses up on instinct, fighting for another breath. Life is draining from you. I am your nightmare come true. You can't scream. Your life is leaving your body. I'll make you my puppet. The light goes out in your eyes. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213.

I will take part of your soul.

Your body is no longer breathing, your muscles can't feel any pain. Dead eyes only see your master, your purpose, to please only me. A marionette of my own creation, the medium is your remains. Now you have my full attention, your death intoxicates.

I think I like you more than most, I guess I'll keep your ass around for a while. Just lay there quietly, I'm gonna drill a little hole, hole in your head. Now I'll shoot some acid in, neutralize your brain, make you docile.

Thinking is impossible, mindless in every way. But you still interest me, you've become my living doll. Though your heart is beating, I'm the master of your fate. No control. You will do just as you're told. I've made you my zombie. I have much more use for you. I’m so glad you’re here. Welcome to apartment 213.

I like you better now that you're dead (Now that you're dead). More fun now that you are dead. I think I'll keep your head.