Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

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

in the act, we are red-handed
From the antibrachium, is disbanded
Anti-coagulants of our
ensure no bloodflow retention

Goblets are filled with the
Our work's
A toast is raised to spent
On experimentation

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

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

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

Fraternal

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

Lacerated midsections... medical
Sucking wounds lungs... medical waste
Our avulsed intestines... medical
Errorist physicians... medical wastes

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

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