Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
- Ross Sewage

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

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

A air pervades through my lab
A bi-product of the stiff on the slab
I meticulously sketch the contours and grains
probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins
Methodical excision to lay bare the
For understanding of unknowns
Though necrosis makes the facts to confer
I'm proud to be a cartographer

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the secrets tell
Engaged in
Gross

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

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

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

Excavations are
There is no here

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

A labyrinth of nerves and muscles
designs in my necronomicon are stored
Spinal tendrils through all planes
lies not in the heart but the brain
Visceral gears are recorded and weighed
A corporeal for mankind I have made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it seem
We are all but organic machines

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the secrets they
in necrology
Gross