Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents onto the slab...

The morbid, body
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is hard as a technician
The fumes go to my head...

The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the I harshly sever...

at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally
livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."

Bodily embalmed and tapped
is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...

Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...

The gaping is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The totally disfigured
Another waste...

Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...

The wounds are stitched, I try to repair
with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."

The table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

The reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...

Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...