Anatomy (from the Ancient Greek ἀνατέμνειν, anatemnein: ana, "separate, apart from", and temnein, "to cut up, cut open") is a branch of biology and medicine that is the consideration of the structure of living things. It is a general term that includes human anatomy, animal anatomy (zootomy), and plant anatomy (phytotomy). In some of its facets anatomy is closely related to embryology, comparative anatomy and comparative embryology, through common roots in evolution.
Anatomy is subdivided into gross anatomy (or macroscopic anatomy) and microscopic anatomy.Gross anatomy is the study of anatomical structures that can, when suitably presented or dissected, be seen by unaided vision with the naked eye.Microscopic anatomy is the study of minute anatomical structures on a microscopic scale. It includes histology (the study of tissues), and cytology (the study of cells). The terms microanatomy and histology are also sometimes used synonymously (in which case the distinction between histology and cell biology isn't strictly made as described here).
Watch the planes take off and touch the clouds
Thinkin' I'm in a mess, in trouble now
Buried her in a hole last night
Underneath a tree
Chorus:
My life went wrong
When I met valerie
My life went wrong
When I met valerie
One night we walked into a field
Behind the trailer park she kneeled
The moon was hangin' like a mask
I lost my temper for the last time then¡º
Chorus repeat
Repeat this stanza 4x:
Valerie is gone now
Valerie is sleeping
Valerie is sleeping now...
And besides, Maybe I don't want you for your mind, Can't decide,
Concise, Professional, Take my advice from the manual, Don't waste time in confessionals, I don't handouts but my hands stay full, You gotta make that first impression count, Show you what it's all about, I just don't wanna waste my time.
Chorus: The left side of my brain is telling me that I'm way too unlike you, But I like you, And besides, Maybe I don't want you for your mind, Can't decide, And besides, Maybe I don't want you for your mind, Can't decide.
I'm polite, So be consentual, My love is conditional, So don't strike out when the counter's full, When the pressure's on you better get what you came for, read back through the read back give it all, And search for things subliminal, Instead of writing down something scriptual, I wrote a proper hook and still had time for tea.
Chorus
Make it align, Make it align, Make it align, Don't waste my time, Make it align, Make it align.
I guess I'll take the long way home tonight
I drive as far as I can drive
Just to escape the fight
I never said you couldn't hate me
I never said you couldn't shake
So don't cry now baby,
Cause you're way too good for that.
It's your sweet perfume
The scent of you
I tense my toes and close my eyes
As I whisper to you
It's your sweet perfume
The scent of you
That I oh, no no no
Let's let our bodies sleep in today
Your bones are much too fragile anyway
Your love face your lovely touch
I can't find a bone of love in you
It's your sweet perfume
The scent of you
I tense my toes and close my eyes
As I whisper to you
It's your sweet perfume
The scent of you
That I oh, no no no no
I wanna feel the beat of your selfish heart
As our bodies melt into one in the dark
I wanna hold you close as we fall into the night
I tense my toes and close my eyes
As I whisper to you
It's your sweet perfume
The scent of you
That I oh no, I don't know
I wanna feel the beat of your selfish heart
As our bodies melt into one in the dark
With contamination comes fever: the disease is at its worst.
Teeth missing, beyond repair, fragile flesh falling away.
With fever, with virus comes the harshest judgment.
Haunting elements create a horrific monster.
You’ve never seen such grey skin, freezing to the touch.
You’ve never seen such grey skin, freezing to the touch.
This is a call to arms, human race.
With contamination comes fever: the disease is at its worst.
Immune to water, immune to weather all to spread the curse.
Bones brittle ready to snap, mind unstable highly enraged.
Bones brittle ready to snap, mind unstable highly enraged.
Dirt underneath the nails of fingers tearing at your sanity.
Dirt underneath the nails of fingers tearing at your sanity.
There is no changing structure, there is no retracting anatomy.
This architecture, it cannot be destroyed.
There is no retraction... no retraction.
Close your eyes, but nothing changes.
We all know what brings this on... what brings this on.
Close your eyes, still nothing changes.
No one knows... no one knows how to take it back.
Close your eyes, but nothing changes.
We all know what brings this on... what brings this on.
Close your eyes, still nothing changes.
Madame of ya illness
Red-1 and the Misfit
Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest
And this is how we go like
Well let me run down the bio
Of the Misfit
Burnin pyro with victim much whackness
Im def with sickness
A pound of vicks
Aint makin it more clear
As I kicks this
>From my inferno
Internal organs
To do with more hits
Watch me
Score the bullzeye
On the target
As I hard hit
And crush the metal back
Like a linebacker
Watch the diplomatic Illness
After the sacker
Bag a buda
Knew the word laws
Ever since the day I was tossed
Into this world
Hurl another rhyme
More spice than time
With persistance
And no assistance
Watch me get my
Astronomically be my anatamy
Has got you starving
Misfit tryin to escape will only bring that ass for the blaze
So check it up
Next up to mention is the Red-1
Kick yo style
To break Down the anatomy of illness
I get myself equipped with realness
And hit the trail with
A knap sack of essentials
Shakin ya mental
I kick that cell wall down
The membrane gets dead ????
Just imagine the surprise
When its emphasised
Your imunity is due to me
When you're emobilized
By the unity
And ability
Originality
No frontin on the mic
When I arrive by the liberty
Live and direct
Wits a bit intensity
The density is thick
No say you cant touch none
A we the
Sick in the brain
Lunatic Campaigns
Through ya sector
Eject ya
Instead my proclaim as the protecter
Connected to a ill cortet
My radiation got ya ballin like
Mots in tibet
They lost sex
Your allignment
Whenever I rhyme with
The never miss
Very intullect you will with this fits
Who commits to the front line
At your time
To show rhyme
Body baggin into nickels and dimes
With the devine
You will find prophesy has to be
Fullfilled with the illness of my anatomy