Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre in an ashen 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 bubble and shades
of and amber, Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously and brushing, clipping with
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
somewhat at peace... is my endeavour of dubious merit, My morbid
application of of hand, A charlatan for the mourning and timid, A
touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland... To the ghastly
countenance of death, true rigors are best left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all is left, A corpse made to strut, prance, and
preen... rigor mortis, and death be not vain, Caked with layers
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the floor at the leering,
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 I eagerly peruse... A
sanguinary frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and making a mess,
Carbonated embalming foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
stab at plastic surgery on human remains, Weaving a wretched, tapestry
of gore, A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... face
stricken with disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense
as sent off to your wake...