Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
- Ross Sewage

Feared by dogmatics and systematically
Science my crime, I confess
Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my
For in the coronal plane is where I would
underground, six feet deep is precise
A labour for knowledge by my own
Maggots and my constant companions
Pillaging crypts and their coffins

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

A nidorous air pervades my lab
A noxious bi-product of the on the slab
I meticulously sketch the skins contours and
Then probe for arteries and veins
Methodical excision to lay the bones
For understanding of anatomical
Though makes the facts harder to confer
I'm to be a cadaverous cartographer

through mortal shells
Discerning the secrets tell
Engaged in
Gross

on fresh human corpses
A putrid employ to read what the says
Knowledge my aim, blasphemes claim
Negating all their spiritual

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

Retractors split open the chest
scopes 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 labyrinth of and muscles explored
Their designs in my necronomicon are
Spinal 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
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would
We are all but organic machines

Slicing through shells
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross