Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

Putrescence and filth, within our lab and ourselves
The mocking corpses and distend
This reeking will dispell
our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end

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

in the act, we are red-handed
From the antibrachium, is disbanded
of our invention
Will no bloodflow retention

Goblets are filled with the
Our micturation
A toast is raised to spent
On experimentation

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

Noxious enkindling throats
Congealing on in coats
With instruments we have
We'll to disembowel eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our characters are mortally
rent corporeal shells
And now our blood and grue is
For icarian heights we fell

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