Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all that
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is as a mortuary technician
The go straight to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
puddles on the floor
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

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

embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...

with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate...

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

The chest is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
pathological waste...

Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...

The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear...

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

The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...

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

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