In anatomy, a viscus ( /ˈvɪskəs/) is an internal organ, and viscera is the plural form. The viscera, when removed from a butchered animal, are known collectively as offal. Internal organs are also known as "guts" (which may also refer to the gastrointestinal tract), or less formally, "innards".
The adjective visceral, also splanchnic, is used for anything pertaining to the internal organs. Historically, viscera of animals were examined by Roman pagan priests like the haruspices or the augurs in order to divine the future by their shape, dimensions or other factors. This practice remains an important ritual in some remote, tribal societies.
The viscera are mainly innervated parasympathetically by the vagus nerve and sympathetically by the splanchnic nerves. The sensory part of the latter reaches the spinal column at certain spinal segments. Pain in any viscera is perceived as referred pain, more specifically pain from the dermatome corresponding to the spinal segment.
John Mark is a character in the New Testament. According to William Lane, an "unbroken tradition" identifies him with Mark the Evangelist. John Mark is mentioned several times in the Acts of the Apostles. The first mention is in Acts 12:12, when Peter is coming to his mother's house:
When this had dawned on him, he went to the house of Mary the mother of John, also called Mark, where many people had gathered and were praying.
John Mark himself appears a bit later in the same chapter, in Acts 12:25, as the travel companion of Saul (Apostle Paul) and Barnabas:
When Barnabas and Saul had finished their mission, they returned from Jerusalem, taking with them John, also called Mark.
John Mark is mentioned soon after the Council of Jerusalem in Acts 15:37-41. Paul (Saul) does not have a too flattering impression of his former associate, arguing over him with Barnabas in Antioch:
Barnabas wanted to take John, also called Mark, with them, but Paul did not think it wise to take him, because he had deserted them in Pamphylia and had not continued with them in the work. They had such a sharp disagreement that they parted company. Barnabas took Mark and sailed for Cyprus, but Paul chose Silas and left, commended by the believers to the grace of the Lord. He went through Syria and Cilicia, strengthening the churches.
Pull the pins, watch the frame fall apart
Recognize suicide as an art
Hit the switch, everyone dies
I need something, show me something...
Visceral!!!
Hey man, beat the shit out of me
Sick fuck, do you want a piece of me
Some live, but everyone dies
A little death let's me know I'm alive
I need something, show me something...
Visceral!!!
Words - Rev
Music - Burn/St James
I wish i could tear your eyes out.
You have belittled her with your insecurities,
it reeks on your fucking breath.
Put on that grin.
This is the day that the dreams died,
As you shatted her soul that lies inside.
As the echoes rape the blessing this is the massacre,
that we bear with civilization.
Put on that grin.
This is the day that the dreams died,
As you shatted her soul that lies inside.
As the echoes, rape the blessing, you are the murderer.
Inside her frail voice whispers,
her reassurance, it fucking withers away.
And that smile you've stapled to your face,
is tripping her whole fucking life away.
And i swear...
You can die for that, well you can pay for that.
Well you can die for that, well you can pay for that.
You won't identify me - well you can die for that.
you won't identify me - well you can die for, well you can pay for that.
Mustn't draw in
So fond, I'm
So fond, I covet her
On her pedestal
Betray
Blind by her
I couldn't see this coming
Not by my best friend
Knife in your back
Don't want your jealousy
Insane
Act like nothing is wrong
But I'll tell you right now
I should've never
Chopped you up and buried you under my floor
Betray, heartbeat
Insane
Dismembered, In pieces
A burden, I should never have taken on
Should have never chopped you up
And buried you under my floor
Can you live with what you've done
Love it when you spit on me and say it’s raining
Think I’ll never get enough of your complaining
Shrug your shoulders, walk away, solve those problems
You’re the bigger man
Whispered words behind my back are so amusing
Guilt can be your basis to begin accusing
Lay your blame on someone else, burn those bridges
You’re the bigger man
Run away from situations
That could lead to confrontations
Now we’re both aware that you would never look me in the eye
To tell me how you feel
When you can leave it on a note
Let’s hear you try to lie to me
With hands around your throat
Don’t you dare stare at the floor
I’m gonna say this to your face
You’ll have reason to resent me
When I put you in your place
I can see you living your life out alone
Who knows maybe you’ll do all right on your own