Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to bone and skin
An algid stiff to now
A to where the soul resides

That still hearts pulse with ichor
Is an ethical to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an to decipher without compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life

Augers to crack and peel
Gilding steel teeth with paste of meal
Their disassembled and scored
With sanguine expectations, gored

To reconnect nerve filled
Our encaphalic skill, we
To reinstate arterial
Our hands in a blood bath

To reset joint and
Our powers are hewn
To restart beating
Our is heating

A to drive the chisel in
A chisel to bone and skin
An stiff to now provide
A link to where the soul

That still hearts should with ichor
Is an dilemma to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Intra-venously a potion
To locomotion
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I never get used to the smell

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

This in a solution submerged
From a cranium purged
jellied ganglia to reconnect
From the to the neck

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

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

That still hearts should with ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life