Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

and filth, within our lab and within ourselves
The mocking corpses and distend
reeking rubbage will dispell
When our lives, by our own hands, dutifully end

In vaporous rooms, veins to burst
Anæsthesia is
Scalpels our forearms and wrists
Doctor assisted

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

Goblets are filled with the
Our work's
A is raised to time spent
On failed

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

Noxious salves throats
Congealing on in coats
With we have fathered
We'll proceed to eachother

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

dissection

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

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

Our characters are mortally
Teetotaciously rent corporeal
And now our and grue is self-exuded
For from icarian heights we

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