Luyện nghe bài hát Gross Anatomy

music - Sewage
- Ross Sewage

Feared by and systematically oppressed
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 deep is precise
A labour for by my own device
and worms my constant companions
Pillaging and defiling their coffins

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

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

Slicing through shells
Discerning the secrets tell
in necrology
Gross

Surgery on human corpses
A employ to read what the gore says
my aim, blasphemes they claim
Negating all their spiritual

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

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

Excavations are
There is no here

(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 are stored
tendrils extend through all planes
Cognition lies not in the but the brain
Visceral gears are recorded and weighed
A corporeal blueprint for I have made
Surrounded by organs, it would seem
We are all but organic machines

Slicing mortal shells
Discerning the they tell
Engaged in
anatomy