Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We have stared the precipice of mortality
And gaping maw could not be sated
Our deviant could 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, veins to burst
is applied
Scalpels our forearms and wrists
assisted suicide

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

Goblets are filled the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to spent
On experimentation

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

salves enkindling throats
Congealing on in coats
instruments we have fathered
We'll proceed to eachother

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

dissection

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

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

Our characters are wounded
Teetotaciously corporeal shells
And now our blood and grue is
For from icarian heights we

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