Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

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