Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, and twisted
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a technician
The go straight to my head...
The trunk now gristle, with bactericidal decay
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...
spittle, bile and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
embalmed and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The chest is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage disfigured
pathological waste...
Flowing blood
The corpse is totally to the core
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...