Luyện nghe bài hát Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article

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

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

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

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

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

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

The recumbent are my - under my genital blade,
Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst put under

Exanguinating - totally parched,
Exenterating - body parts,
abraded - Surgically maimed,
Decortication - Medically

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

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

Exanguinating - from the heart,
- with my lancet so sharp,
Anatomically - my maims,
Decortication - by the deranged

Gross misconduct, I the choicest cuts,
Text book stabs, written on tag...

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