Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that
in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a mortuary
The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and
Congealing puddles on the
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue
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 of stinking waste
Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal are hastily replaced
The carnage disfigured
pathological waste...
Flowing blood
The corpse is rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
Advanced pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...