Luyện nghe bài hát Grotesqueries

All the world's a corpse
And we are maggots
on arrival is our only course
And if the toe fits, tag it

Sycophants, we're blind
Feeding off each regurgitation
Disgorging whatever waste we
Breeding our degradation each exhalation

to the slaughter
Feast of fools upon the
No l'oreil to behold
Just a wretched to unfold

Gnarled this mortal coil
Within which the voracious toil
of our own disease
We in our own grotesqueries

Dissecting ourselves to find alive
a mass of perversely animated pieces
Nothing worthwhile to revive
We're mired in our own fetid feces

Gorging our gnawing jaws our own pathological waste
Like grubs wriggling in the rank feast of
We grind our own bones into dust each step we take
As we unseeing through day after day

or consumed
We all end up as and grume
Upon the fetid we choke
Leaving us in no position to appreciate the joke

Twisted through this mortal
Now our unctuous desserts are brought to a
between the living and the deceased
We gag on the feast of our

Too consumed by to see our own ends
We're all dead and getting deader
Digging our own graves into which we descend
In this cold coil we're and fettered

As we ingest each others' waste, in a frenzied rush
Leaving sick and dead in our wake
Devouring other in ravening, unheeding crush
As we gorge ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can

Crass
estuary
We each others' atrocities
In this

Asphyxiated by this coil
rancid fruits long since despoiled
Until our depraved lives at last
We'll hunger for grotesqueries