Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, and twisted
Severe is all that remains
in shrink-wrap
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 trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...

spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...

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

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

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

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

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

The gaping is crudely stitched up
Internal are hastily replaced
The carnage disfigured
Another waste...

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

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

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

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

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

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