Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
lyrics - Sewage

Feared by dogmatics and systematically
Science my crime, I confess
of ignorance put a halt to my work
For in the coronal plane is where I lurk
Forced underground, six deep is precise
A labour for knowledge by my own
and worms my constant companions
Pillaging and defiling their coffins

Archaic must be put to rest
of prima matter I'll test
When the casket's exhumed and I've the seal
It's surely just flesh and blood reveal

A nidorous air through my lab
A bi-product of the stiff on the slab
I meticulously sketch the skins contours and
Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and
excision to lay bare the bones
For of anatomical unknowns
Though necrosis makes the harder to confer
I'm proud to be a cartographer

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the secrets tell
in necrology
Gross

Surgery on human corpses
A putrid employ to read the gore says
my aim, blasphemes they claim
Negating all spiritual discourses

(solo: "Qu Prosunt Artibus" by S.C. McGrath)

Retractors split the chest cavity
Ocular provide a glimpse into humanity...

Excavations are
is no soul here

(solo: "Tales The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre)
(solo: "The Man" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "Encyclopdia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre)

A of nerves and muscles explored
Their designs in my necronomicon are
tendrils extend through all planes
Cognition lies not in the but the brain
gears are each recorded and weighed
A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have
by disemboweled organs, it would seem
We are all nothing but machines

Slicing through shells
Discerning the secrets tell
in necrology
Gross