Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - Leon del
[lyrics - Sean

tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied moldering pus
A of gelatinized forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly find I need
the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your intercalated as your innards I bleed

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

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

pus
Eructating
Decorticated
I take another

Macerated veins are with a trocar
Playing to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
Abdominal saliva is from your anus
Lathering my needle, your remains
Easing the into delicate flesh
Declension with steel is sublimely
Irrigated fluids cake the slab
Methodically with bromidic scabs

Pus, your veins, is tapped
A bloody mess, your corpse is bloodless
Lancinated gore is
Exenterated sot, your cadaver will rot

Decaying on the
I take stab

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

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

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