Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all that
Stagnation in
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted
Is dissected, lacerated and
Life is as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...
The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and
puddles on the floor
Grotesquely
As the I harshly sever...
at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally
livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily
The carnage disfigured
Another waste...
Flowing crusts
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, stiff
I with 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 they
Congested pus, blood and gore
corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...