Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
through passages life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble 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 attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I
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
touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland... To sanitize the
countenance of death, Whose rigors are best left 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 on the floor 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 I eagerly peruse... A
frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally making a mess,
Carbonated fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking 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 now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense
as you're off to your wake...