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, bubble and fume 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... grooming 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 bereaved be
at peace... This is my endeavour of dubious merit, My morbid
application of 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 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 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 of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse... A
sanguinary frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally a mess,
Carbonated fluid foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying your sunday best... mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
at plastic surgery on human remains, Weaving 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,
innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense remains
as you're sent off to wake...