Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
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 technician
The go straight to my head...
The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing on the floor
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised
livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."
embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
pathological waste...
Flowing crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean
away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...