Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
- Ross Sewage

Feared by dogmatics and oppressed
Science my crime, medicine I
Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my
For in the coronal plane is I would lurk
Forced underground, six feet is precise
A for knowledge by my own device
and worms my constant companions
Pillaging crypts and their coffins

Archaic alchemists must be put to
Notions of prima I'll test
When the exhumed and I've broken the seal
It's surely just flesh and blood 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 sub-cutaneously for arteries and
excision to lay bare the bones
For understanding of anatomical
Though necrosis makes the harder to confer
I'm proud to be a cartographer

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the secrets they
in necrology
Gross

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

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

Retractors open the chest cavity
Ocular scopes provide a glimpse 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
Their designs in my are stored
Spinal tendrils extend through all
lies not in the heart but the brain
Visceral gears are each recorded and
A corporeal blueprint for I have made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it seem
We are all nothing but machines

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross