Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off decay, Chemicals course
passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble and fume shades
of jaundice and amber, alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and laid on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously and brushing, clipping with
care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the that the bereaved will be
somewhat at peace... This is my 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 sanitize the
countenance of death, Whose true 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, Caked 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
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 generally a mess,
Carbonated embalming foams from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying your best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
stab at plastic surgery on human remains, a wretched, fleshy tapestry
of gore, A of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... Your face
stricken total disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the occasion, No pretense remains
as you're off to your wake...