Apartment 213 Lyrics

Acumen Nation Apartment 213

Celebrate on the brink of death
Incriminate the eyes
Dissecting is a mixture
Measuring a [?]
Alcoholic horror i am
Reckoning the night watchman
Crimson hands forever
I am the night watchman

In the [?] cracks [?]
Seemingly squeamish thinking
[?]
Its you [?] station [?]
To the flesh that it [?]
[?]

Is it worth my life to claim?
Is it worth a life to claim?

[Sample:] Now, awoke and the subject was dead next to him
And blood was coming from his mouth
He then put the subject in a suitcase
Took a hammer from grandmothers house on South 57 Street
Drained the blood
Cut the body up
And used a sledgеhammer to break the bonеs
Stated in the events he put the body in plastic bags