Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, and twisted
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a technician
The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...
at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid
are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and tapped
is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
organs are hastily replaced
The totally disfigured
pathological waste...
Flowing crusts
The corpse is rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary I now wipe, sponge and clean
away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets up my nose
Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...