Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, and twisted
Severe is all that remains
in shrink-wrap
Empty the contents onto the slab...
The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a mortuary
The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now gristle, with bactericidal decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and
Congealing puddles on the
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture
Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The cerebrum pulped, 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 - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are replaced
The totally disfigured
Another waste...
Flowing blood
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily 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
corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction right up my nose
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...