Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
lyrics - Ross

by dogmatics and systematically oppressed
Science my crime, I confess
Bearers of put a halt to my work
For in the coronal is where I would lurk
Forced underground, six feet deep is
A labour for knowledge by my own
Maggots and worms my companions
Pillaging and defiling their coffins

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

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

Slicing through mortal
the secrets they tell
Engaged in
Gross

Surgery on fresh corpses
A putrid employ to read the gore says
Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they
Negating all their spiritual

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

Retractors open the chest cavity
Ocular provide a glimpse into humanity...

Excavations are
There is no soul

(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 tendrils through all planes
Cognition not in the heart but the brain
Visceral are each recorded and weighed
A corporeal for mankind I have made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would
We are all but organic machines

through mortal shells
Discerning the secrets they
Engaged in
anatomy