Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, veins to burst
is applied
Scalpels lick our and wrists
assisted suicide

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

Goblets are with the reagent
Our micturation
A toast is raised to spent
On failed

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

Noxious salves throats
Congealing on tongues in
With we have fathered
proceed to disembowel eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our are mortally wounded
rent corporeal shells
And now our blood and grue is
For from heights we fell

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