Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives and fume shades
of and amber, Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously and brushing, clipping with
care, Each detail is attended to as I a comb through the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my endeavour of merit, My morbid
application of sleight of hand, A for the mourning and timid, A
touch up for the dead, gone, and bland... To sanitize the ghastly
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, with 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 use for toners, blushes, and rouge, Extracting
the of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse... A
sanguinary frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and making a mess,
embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying 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 total disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the occasion, No pretense remains
as you're sent off to wake...