Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
- Ross Sewage

Feared by and systematically oppressed
my crime, medicine I confess
Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my
For in the coronal is where I would lurk
Forced underground, six feet is precise
A for knowledge by my own device
Maggots and worms my companions
Pillaging and defiling their coffins

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

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

Slicing through mortal
the secrets they tell
Engaged in
anatomy

Surgery on fresh human
A putrid employ to read the gore says
Knowledge my aim, they claim
Negating all spiritual discourses

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

Retractors split the chest cavity
scopes 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 nerves and muscles
Their designs in my are stored
Spinal tendrils extend through all
Cognition lies not in the but the brain
Visceral gears are recorded and weighed
A blueprint for mankind I have made
Surrounded by organs, it would seem
We are all nothing but organic

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the secrets tell
Engaged in
Gross