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 that life has forgotten, Preservatives and fume shades
of jaundice and amber, Sequestered in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... Meticulously grooming and brushing, with
care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair, I
the blemished face of the deceased, In the hopes the bereaved will 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 the ghastly
countenance of death, Whose true rigors are left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and are all that is left, A corpse made 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 fully complete... My kit now
callously discarded, No 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 embalming fluid from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
your sunday best... Ineptly mangled and randomly remade, Taking a
stab at plastic on human remains, Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry
of gore, A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... Your
stricken with total disfiguration, The of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion, No remains
as you're sent off to wake...