Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
through that life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble and fume shades
of and amber, Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously grooming and brushing, with
care, detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I beautify
the face of the deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my endeavour of dubious merit, My
of sleight of hand, A charlatan for the mourning and timid, A
touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland... To the ghastly
countenance of death, Whose true are best left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all that is left, A corpse to strut, prance, and
preen... rigor mortis, and death be not vain, Caked with layers
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the floor at the leering,
face, the deception not yet fully complete... My make-up kit now
callously discarded, No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge,
the of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse... A
sanguinary frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally a mess,
Carbonated fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
your sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
stab at plastic surgery on remains, Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry
of gore, A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... Your
stricken with total disfiguration, The of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No remains
as you're off to your wake...