[Intro: Distant sound of a bone saw revving, heavy feedback, slow sludge-tempo drums]
[Verse 1: Clinical Observation]
Subject: Male. Approximate age: Thirty-four. Status: Terminal. Lividity settling in the posterior—a purple map of stagnation. Rigor mortis has locked the jaw in a silent, jagged scream. Ocular fluid: Cloudy. External findings: Multiple contusions, subcutaneous hemorrhaging. The skin is no longer a shroud; it is a ledger of trauma.
[Pre-Chorus: The Incision]
The scalpel finds the acromion process. A shallow drag to the xiphoid. Deep. Cold. Precise. The Y-incision blooms like a red, wet flower. Peeling back the dermis, pinning the flaps to the table. Behold: The machinery of a failed existence.
[Chorus: The Butcher’s Audit]
Sectioned and weighed! Measured in grams of rot! The thoracic cavity is a hollowed cathedral! GOD IS NOT IN THE MARROW! LIFE IS NOT IN THE BILE! Just meat. Just waste. Just the stench of the file!
[Verse 2: Internal Examination]
The rib spreader cracks the cage—an orchestral snap of calcium. Lungs: Anthracotic. Heavy with the soot of a thousand sins. Heart: Hypertrophic. An engine stalled in mid-revolution. I reach into the slurry, pulling the viscera from the root. The scent of gastric acid fills the room like a toxic prayer. No soul found in the intestinal coils. Just the slow, rhythmic crawl of decomposition.
[Bridge: The Cranial Saw]
[Tempo speeds up into a chaotic blast beat]
Circumferential cut to the cranium! Pop the vault! Expose the gray matter to the fluorescent rot! I am slicing through memories. I am dicing through your "self." One-point-four kilograms of jelly. Nothing more than electrical meat.
[Breakdown: The Final Annotation]
[Extreme slow-down, crushing sub-drops]
CAUSE OF DEATH: EXISTENCE.
ERASE THE RECORD.
INCINERATE THE REMAINS.
[Low, wet gurgle] TOTAL. BIOLOGICAL. BANKRUPTCY.
[Outro] Clean the table. Bleach the steel. The file is closed. NEXT.
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