Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our are mortally wounded
Teetotaciously 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)