Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents 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 gristle, with bactericidal decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, bile and
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flowing blood
The corpse is rotten to the core
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...

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

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

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

The reek of putrefaction gets 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...