Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
- Ross Sewage

Feared by dogmatics and oppressed
Science my crime, I confess
of ignorance put a halt to my work
For in the coronal is where I would lurk
Forced underground, six deep is precise
A labour for by my own device
Maggots and worms my companions
Pillaging crypts and their coffins

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

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

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross

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

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

Retractors split open the cavity
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 labyrinth of nerves and muscles
Their in my necronomicon are stored
Spinal extend through all planes
Cognition lies not in the but the brain
Visceral are each recorded and weighed
A corporeal for mankind I have made
by disemboweled organs, it would seem
We are all nothing but organic

Slicing through shells
the secrets they tell
Engaged in
Gross