Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - Leon del
- Sean McGrath]

Impacted is riddled with clots
Morbidly your gross anatomy
is sullied with moldering pus
A mass of gelatinized liquidity
my trocar, the tool of my trade
Emaciated nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I optate
Into your intercalated as your innards I bleed

tissue rips, my needle drips
Proceeding with my work, I'm an jerk
Acid from stomach is disgorged with a splat
offal gargles in your throat
Embalming tubes with clumps of rotting fat
Decaying brine is force fed until you choke

Impaled on a spike, internal organs are
Mellifluent gore by the is drained
Pernicious is pumped from your gut
Acidic bacteria now mangle your

pus
Eructating
stiff
I take sniff

Macerated veins are a trocar dislodged
Playing host to my probe, your now sprays
Abdominal saliva is splattered your anus
Lathering my needle, your remains
Easing the point delicate flesh
Declension with steel is enmeshed
Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain
Methodically with bromidic scabs

Pus, from your veins, is
A bloody awful mess, your is bloodless
gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your cadaver will rot

on the slab
I take another

[solo: "The Sword" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C.

Muscles are with a gelatinous mix
secretions from your bowel make me sick
A redolent maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps the cuts
Ensmultified with larvae, your is replete
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues stumped

Packed in a coffin of salt
An acrid scent seeps the box
Lye is applied as the is fed
in a tomb, for you are quite