Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an 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 and fume shades
of jaundice and amber, alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab, A piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping
care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a through the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the 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 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 made to strut, prance, and
preen... Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain, 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
callously discarded, No 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 fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, 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 disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately for the somber occasion, No pretense remains
as sent off to your wake...