Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
lyrics - Ross

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

Archaic alchemists must be put to
of prima matter I'll test
When the casket's exhumed and broken the seal
It's surely flesh and blood I'll reveal

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

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross

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

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

Retractors open the chest cavity
Ocular scopes provide a 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 nerves and muscles
Their designs in my necronomicon are
Spinal tendrils through all planes
Cognition lies not in the heart but the
gears are each recorded and weighed
A corporeal blueprint for mankind I made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it seem
We are all but organic machines

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross