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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:33.750]Postmortem Procedures -Exhumed
[00:34.830]In the dissection of flesh
[00:41.880]And the sawing of bone,
[00:42.660]I've coaxed confessions
[00:43.170]From the lips of the dead,
[00:44.100]Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone,
[00:46.110]The horrifying facts
[00:46.650]What would have never been said
[00:48.000]Unbosoming their secrets
[00:48.570]In the sickening results of their demise,
[00:50.100]Stomaching these wretched human
[00:50.820]Riddles, I carve, hack and slice,
[00:52.560]Illuminating the dusty skeletons that lurk
[00:53.820]In closets, bones and entrails,
[00:54.720]Enduring the ghastly visage of violent death
[00:57.960]In my forensic travails
[00:58.560]Whether in pieces or completely decomposed,
[01:02.340]I asses with clinical indifference,
[01:03.270]The remnants of a life which grisly circumstance
[01:06.930]Has brought to this office,
[01:07.590]Ensuring that truth shall endure after the flesh
[01:09.090]Has crumbled and rotted away,
[01:10.080]Elucidating atrocities and carnage, the
[01:11.490]Thankless job I perform day after day
[01:12.300]Persistent incisions that cut to the
[01:13.890]Quick are my stock in trade,
[01:14.610]To scrutinize what remains of a life,
[01:16.500]Painstaking effort will have to be made,
[01:18.900]At times both evidence and flesh are
[01:20.670]Profoundly encrypted and shred,
[01:21.450]It can be murder to pry answers from the
[01:22.890]Mouths of the dead
[01:23.340]A gutted torso can pose
[01:24.600]A bevy of answerless questions
[01:51.420]To deliberate, Probing with a scalpel,
[01:52.530]I expose the morbid cavity that I now
[01:56.340]Must eviscerate,
[01:56.970]Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps,
[01:57.960]Tweezers and saw,
[01:58.470]Wringing revelations from a fibula,
[02:01.530]Fossa or jaw
[02:02.190]Recording
[02:02.490]Confessions that are uttered
[02:03.450]Without making a sound,
[02:06.120]From informants long dead
[02:07.110]That I've culled from the ground,
[02:08.340]Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or
[02:09.600]Enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face,
[02:11.370]Exhuming the truth is my
[02:12.180]Occupation,
[02:12.810]No matter how decrepit its resting place
[02:16.440]Within the bowels of a
[02:47.370]Horribly mutilated corpse
[02:48.090]Or a splattered brain,
[02:50.550]Picking apart flesh and
[02:51.600]Deceit til only the cold facts remain,
[03:20.610]Dead men will tell tales I