Luyện nghe bài hát Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article

Salutiferous exaltation, fusty spatterings I sift,
Cauterizing proud flesh, cortex I just yearn to rip,
With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated I gratify,
premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life...

Pultacious...
Pugnacious...
Pernicious...
Acro-idiopathic...

Artificially concussed, excavating to your core,
Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and as I explore,
Master at my bloody art, I like to carve and maim,
Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you into decay...

Pultacious...
Pugnacious...
Delicious...
Gastric-idiopathology...

Welcome to my theatre, the upon which I act,
Turning a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash,
Churning out a gulch, the incision a major nick,
A quick toke of oxide is how I get my kicks...

Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent I slit,
Costate cuts expunged as the I now fillet,
and mussing, carnage hyperventilates,
Self placebonic, the is operate...

The recumbent are my prey - under my blade,
Your I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under

- you're totally parched,
Exenterating - removing parts,
Wholly - Surgically maimed,
Decortication - Medically

Contaminating, infacting, how I love to and sneeze,
On the carneous culture, to cause to breed,
Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical is induced,
With callous dexterity bodily mass is reduced...

I extract the - to end up in my bucket,
A quick flick of my wrist - and be struck off the list

- straigh from the heart,
Exenterating - my lancet so sharp,
- my surgery maims,
Decortication - by the clinically

misconduct, I make the choicest cuts,
Text stabs, written on your tag...

Wheeled after a medical mishap,
In a bag your body is now wrapped...
The wound now sealed up,
The of ill-health, you're a bit cut up...