Luyện nghe bài hát Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exanguinating - you're parched,
Exenterating - removing parts,
Wholly abraded - maimed,
Decortication - Medically

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

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

- straigh from the heart,
Exenterating - with my so sharp,
Anatomically - my maims,
Decortication - by the deranged

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

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