Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all that
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal
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 walls I
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue
are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are replaced
The totally disfigured
pathological waste...
Flowing crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean
away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...