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 as a mortuary technician
The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal
discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."
Bodily and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The chest is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
pathological waste...
Flowing blood
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are as they bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...
The evaporating of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...