Luyện nghe bài hát Trocar

[music - Leon del
[lyrics - McGrath]

Impacted tissue is riddled clots
studying your gross anatomy
Perinium is with moldering pus
A mass of gelatinized forensick
Locating my trocar, the of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly what I need
Desiring the gavage, I optate
Into your intercalated as your innards I bleed

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

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

pus
Eructating
stiff
I another sniff

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

Pus, from veins, is tapped
A bloody mess, your corpse is bloodless
gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your withered will rot

on the slab
I another stab

[solo: "The Mortician's Sword" by L.d.
[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 the cuts
with larvae, your carcass is replete
Drawn and in a morgue as innards I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from veins pumped
My vocation has my colleagues quite stumped

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