Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, swell to burst
is applied
Scalpels lick our forearms and
Doctor suicide

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

Goblets are filled the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to time
On failed

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

Noxious enkindling throats
on tongues in coats
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to eachother

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

Fraternal

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

midsections... medical 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 grue is
For from heights we fell

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