Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - Leon del
[lyrics - Sean

Impacted tissue is riddled with
Morbidly studying your gross
Perinium is sullied with pus
A mass of gelatinized forensick
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
Emaciated fingers find what I need
the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your chest intercalated as innards I bleed

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

Impaled on a spike, organs are sucked
Mellifluent gore by the buckets is
bilge is pumped from your gut
Acidic bacteria now your brain

pus
Eructating
Decorticated
I take another

Macerated veins are with a trocar
Playing to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
Abdominal saliva is splattered from anus
Lathering my needle, your remains
Easing the point into flesh
Declension with steel is sublimely
Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain
in-vaginated with bromidic scabs

Pus, your veins, is tapped
A awful mess, your corpse is bloodless
gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver rot

Decaying on the
I take another

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

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

Packed in a coffin full of
An acrid seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the is fed
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are