Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, course
through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble and shades
of jaundice and amber, Sequestered alone in my 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 detail is attended to as I drag a comb the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved be
somewhat at peace... This is my endeavour of dubious merit, My
application of sleight of hand, A for the mourning and timid, A
up artist 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 that is left, A corpse to strut, prance, and
preen... Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain, with layers
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the at the leering, smiling
face, Leaving the deception not yet complete... My make-up kit now
discarded, No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge, Extracting
the tools of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I peruse... A
sanguinary now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally making a mess,
Carbonated embalming fluid from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying your sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, a
stab at plastic surgery on human remains, a wretched, fleshy tapestry
of gore, A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... face
stricken with total disfiguration, The dignity of death now erased,
innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense remains
as you're off to your wake...