Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is as a mortuary technician
The go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and
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 rigor mortis, the corpse internally
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and tapped
is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are hastily
The totally disfigured
Another waste...
Flowing crusts
The corpse is rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and
away 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...
Advanced pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...