The County Medical Examiners - Algor Mortis... The Linear Rate Of Cadaveric Cooling lyrics

Ravaged, torn, and punctured-the carca** oozes from multiple wounds Avulsed and sliced, the dermis weeps pus and purge fluid with clear, viscous goo Prior to the initial incision, before my scalpel is baptized bloody wet We determine the postmortem interval using a simple algebraic formula for d**h... A direct body core temperature measurement, postmortemly taken, is the order of the day The corpse is lifted on its side and a slit in its pants is cut in the most delicate way Lacerations leak wasted heat and fluid, as the body cools in a predictable manner My a**istant lubricates the thermo-couple probe, a ma**ive 12-inch long chemical thermometer... ...Freezing hold... ...Corpse gone cold... ...Cooling blood... ...An icy flood... ...The body a husk; its innards are spilt... ...This ferocious an*l probing causes no guilt... ...A facet of my profession, this duty I've sworn... ...I stab forth the thermometer as the an*s is torn... Environmental conditions of the crime scene are meticulously recorded And the room temperature of the dissection room is dubiously noted The core temperature of the carca** plummets through means of convection Physical science triumphs over life as heat escapes through radiation... Moritz's formula is the rule of thumb from which I can derive... "98.6?F - rectal temperature ? 1.5" This equation produces the time of d**h, though nothing is quite this ideal Whether oral, rectal, brain or liver, I shall monitor the temperature with the greatest zeal... This gelid method of detection has a cold-bloodedly frigid appeal Observe the sanguine-streaked suppuration chill, pool, and congeal Witness my barbarous severe intubation with unsanitized tools Truculently sodomizing corps-icles, making purple raw recta drool... ...Freezing hold... ...Corpse gone cold... ...Cooling blood... ...An icy flood... ...Postmortem interval, the mystery at hand... ...Thrusting the probe past the prostate gland... ...The carca** is conquered by d**hs cold will... ...Not even bactericidal rot can thwart its chill...