Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We stared 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, within our lab and ourselves
The corpses bloat 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 lick our forearms and
assisted suicide

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

are filled with the reagent
Our work's
A toast is to time spent
On failed

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

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

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our characters are wounded
rent corporeal shells
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)