Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all remains
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
is hard as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...
The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...
spittle, bile and gore
Congealing on the floor
dismembered
As the cavities I sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."
Bodily and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are replaced
The carnage totally
Another waste...
Flowing blood
The corpse is rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
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 leftover in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...