Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Ross
lyrics - Sewage

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

Archaic alchemists must be put to
Notions of matter I'll test
When the exhumed and I've broken the seal
It's just 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
probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins
Methodical excision to lay bare the
For understanding of unknowns
Though necrosis makes the facts harder to
I'm to be a cadaverous cartographer

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross

Surgery on fresh human
A putrid employ to read what the gore
Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they
all their spiritual discourses

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

Retractors split 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 explored
Their designs in my necronomicon are
Spinal tendrils through all planes
Cognition not in the heart but the brain
Visceral gears are each recorded and
A blueprint for mankind I have made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would
We are all nothing but machines

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the they tell
in necrology
Gross