Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, and twisted
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents onto the slab...

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

The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
puddles on the floor
Grotesquely
As the I harshly sever...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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