Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the
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 grooming and brushing, clipping
care, Each detail is to as I drag a comb through the hair, I beautify
the face of the deceased, In the hopes that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my 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 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 mortis, and death be not vain, Caked with layers
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I on the floor at the leering, smiling
face, the deception not yet fully complete... My make-up kit now
callously discarded, No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge,
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 your sunday best... Ineptly 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
stricken with disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No remains
as sent off to your wake...