Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necriticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, muted
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a mortuary
The fumes go to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing puddles on the
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...

at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."

Bodily embalmed and fluids
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...

with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate...

Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...

The chest is crudely stitched up
organs are hastily replaced
The carnage disfigured
pathological waste...

Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally to the core
The miserable, stiff
I dismember my saw...

The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."

The mortuary I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

The reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...

Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
autodigestion - necrotic mutation...