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, and shred-
is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing on the floor
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
corrodes as aggression gnaws..."

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

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

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