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 surgery I hold your life...

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

Artificially concussed, to your gastric core,
Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and as I explore,
at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim,
Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're 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 a major nick,
A quick toke of nitrous is how I get my kicks...

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

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

Exanguinating - totally parched,
Exenterating - removing 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 stupor is induced,
With callous dexterity your bodily is reduced...

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

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

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

Wheeled after a medical mishap,
In a polythene bag your is now wrapped...
The acute now sealed up,
The picture of ill-health, a bit cut up...