Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, and twisted
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 bactericidal
This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore
puddles on the floor
Grotesquely
As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are hastily
The carnage disfigured
Another waste...
Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are as they bleed
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 gets up my nose
Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...