Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
Severe is all that remains
Stagnation in
the contents onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is as a mortuary technician
The go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing puddles on the
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid
Joints are stiffened, I now and crack
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."
Bodily and fluids tapped
is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal organs are hastily
The carnage disfigured
pathological waste...
Flowing crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, stiff
I with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are gurgling as they
pus, blood and autodigested gore
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The mortuary I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing away the of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...