Luyện nghe bài hát Death Mask

A sombre study in an ashen of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless
not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals
through passages that life has forgotten, Preservatives bubble and fume
of jaundice and amber, alone in my embalming chamber, Unknowing,
unseeing, and spread-eagle on the slab, A lackluster piece of meat I
polish, scrub, and swab... grooming and brushing, clipping with
care, Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb the hair, I beautify
the blemished face of the deceased, In the hopes that the will be
somewhat at peace... is my endeavour of dubious merit, My morbid
application of sleight of hand, A charlatan for the and timid, A
touch up for the dead, gone, and bland... To sanitize the ghastly
countenance of death, true rigors are best left unseen, Powders,
puffs, and chemicals are all is left, A corpse made to strut, prance, and
preen... Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain, Caked with
of powder, toner, and deceipt, I vomit on the at the leering, smiling
face, Leaving the deception not yet fully complete... My kit now
callously discarded, No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge,
the tools of dissection, Forceps, scalpels, and pins I peruse... A
frenzy now ensues, Carving, rending, and generally making a mess,
Carbonated embalming fluid from vacant eyesockets, Splattering and
sullying your sunday best... Ineptly and randomly remade, Taking a
stab at plastic surgery on human remains, a wretched, fleshy tapestry
of gore, A of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain... Your face
stricken total disfiguration, The dignity of death now cruelly erased,
Somewhat dressed for the somber occasion, No pretense remains
as you're sent off to wake...