Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We have over the precipice of mortality
And gaping maw could not be sated
Our deviant could not attain immortality
In shame, we vow our to be uncreated

Putrescence and filth, within our lab and ourselves
The mocking bloat and distend
This reeking rubbage dispell
When our lives, by our own hands, we'll end

In vaporous rooms, veins to burst
is applied
Scalpels our forearms and wrists
assisted suicide

Caught in the act, we are
From the antibrachium, flesh is
Anti-coagulants of our
Will ensure no bloodflow

Goblets are with the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to spent
On failed

(solo: "Bubble, Bubble, and Trouble" by S.C. McGrath)

salves enkindling throats
Congealing on tongues in
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to eachother

(solo: "Bungled Grind" by T. Spruance)

Fraternal

Detritus of a cold cook... medical
Keech of those that were burked... medical
hung from rusted hooks ... medical waste
Maladroit surgical jerks... we're medical

Lacerated midsections... waste
Sucking wounds fillling lungs... medical
Our intestines... medical waste
Errorist physicians... we're medical

Our characters are wounded
Teetotaciously rent corporeal
And now our blood and is self-exuded
For icarian heights we fell

(solo: "Live By the Scalpel, Die..." by J. Kocol)
(solo: "Voluntary Suicide" by S.C. McGrath)