Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all remains
in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is as a mortuary technician
The go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and
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 corpse 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...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The gaping chest is stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
Another waste...
blood crusts
The corpse is totally to the core
The miserable, stiff
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 as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...