Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, veins swell to
Anæsthesia is
Scalpels lick our forearms and
Doctor suicide

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

are filled with the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to time
On experimentation

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

Noxious salves throats
Congealing on tongues in
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel

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

dissection

Detritus of a cook... medical waste
Keech of those were burked... medical waste
Sweetmeats hung from hooks ... medical waste
Maladroit surgical jerks... medical wastes

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

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

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