Luyện nghe bài hát Empathological Necroticism

Bloodied, torn and
mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation in
Empty the contents the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
Life is hard as a mortuary
The go straight to my head...
The trunk now gristle, with bactericidal decay
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore
Congealing on the floor
Grotesquely
As the cavities I sever...
at the trachea, chest walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue
are stiffened, I now bend and crack
The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking
Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...
The chest is crudely stitched up
Internal organs are hastily
The totally disfigured
Another waste...
Flowing blood
The is totally rotten to the core
The miserable, festering
I with my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to
with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased
gases are gurgling as they bleed
Congested pus, blood and autodigested
Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and
Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my
Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...