Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flowing crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...

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

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

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

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

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