Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the
not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals
through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives and fume shades
of jaundice and amber, alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping
care, Each is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the hopes that the will be
at peace... This is my endeavour of dubious 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 best unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all is left, A corpse made to strut, prance, and
preen... Romanticizing rigor mortis, and be not vain, Caked with layers
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the floor at the leering,
face, Leaving the not yet fully complete... My make-up kit now
callously discarded, No use for toners, blushes, and rouge, Extracting
the tools of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and I eagerly peruse... A
sanguinary now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally making a mess,
Carbonated fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying your sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, 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 off to your wake...