Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
lyrics - Sewage

Feared by dogmatics and oppressed
my crime, medicine I confess
Bearers of 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
Maggots and my constant companions
Pillaging and defiling their coffins

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

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

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the secrets tell
in necrology
Gross

Surgery on fresh human
A putrid employ to what the gore says
Knowledge my aim, blasphemes claim
all their spiritual discourses

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

Retractors split open the chest
Ocular scopes provide a 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 of nerves and muscles explored
designs in my necronomicon are stored
Spinal extend through all planes
lies not in the heart but the brain
Visceral gears are each and weighed
A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would
We are all but organic machines

through mortal shells
Discerning the secrets they
in necrology
Gross