Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the resides

That still hearts should pulse with
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a can be made to function
Is an to decipher without compunction

That the dead may in mere lie
Is a query begs us to coax a reply
That rotting lungs shall heave with
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers to crack and peel
Gilding steel teeth paste of bone meal
Their skulls and scored
With sanguine expectations, meticulously

To reconnect nerve clusters
Our skill, we muster
To reinstate paths
Our hands engage in a bath

To joint and bone
Our powers are hewn
To restart beating
Our defibrillator is

A hammer to the chisel in
A chisel to alter bone and
An stiff to now provide
A link to the soul resides

That still hearts should pulse ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a body can be to function
Is an enigma to without compunction

That the may in mere slumber lie
Is a that begs us to coax a reply
That rotting lungs shall heave with
Is a matter of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

Intra-venously dripping a
To rekindle
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I shall never get to the smell

of catgut carefully stitched
Securing in torsal pitch
the sciatic, nerves are defrayed
In our conclave, bodies

This brain in a solution
a cranium we've purged
This jellied to reconnect
the medulla to the neck

This artery and vein shall
From pulmonary functions resuscitate
This human rasa we've sewn
it, coaxed, secrets to life unknown

A hammer to the chisel in
A to alter bone and skin
An algid stiff to now
A link to where the soul

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an dilemma to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher without

That the dead may in mere lie
Is a query that begs us to coax a
rotting lungs shall heave with breath
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life