Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
- Ross Sewage

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

Archaic alchemists be put to rest
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 through my lab
A noxious of the stiff on the slab
I meticulously sketch the contours and grains
Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and
Methodical to lay bare the bones
For understanding of anatomical
Though necrosis the facts harder to confer
I'm proud to be a cadaverous

Slicing through shells
the secrets they tell
Engaged in
Gross

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

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

split 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 of nerves and muscles explored
Their in my necronomicon are stored
tendrils extend through all planes
Cognition lies not in the heart but the
Visceral are each recorded and weighed
A blueprint for mankind I have made
by disemboweled organs, it would seem
We are all but organic machines

Slicing through mortal
Discerning the they tell
Engaged in
Gross