Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noxious salves enkindling
Congealing on in coats
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our are mortally wounded
rent corporeal shells
And now our and grue is self-exuded
For icarian heights we fell

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