Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals
through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives and fume shades
of jaundice and amber, Sequestered alone in my chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... grooming and brushing, clipping with
care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I
the face of the deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my endeavour of merit, My morbid
of sleight of hand, A charlatan for the mourning and timid, A
touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland... To the ghastly
of death, Whose true rigors are best left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all is left, A corpse made to strut, prance, and
preen... Romanticizing 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
discarded, No more 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 generally a mess,
Carbonated embalming 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 with total disfiguration, The dignity of death now erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense
as sent off to your wake...