Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, and twisted
Severe mutilation is all remains
Stagnation in
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

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

The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay
This 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
Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...

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

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

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

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

The gaping chest is stitched up
Internal organs are replaced
The totally disfigured
pathological waste...

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

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

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

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