Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, swell to burst
is applied
Scalpels lick our 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 toast is to time spent
On experimentation

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

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

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

dissection

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

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

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

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