Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In rooms, veins swell to burst
is applied
Scalpels lick our and wrists
Doctor assisted

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

Goblets are filled with the
Our micturation
A is raised to time spent
On failed

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

Noxious salves enkindling
on tongues 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... medical
Sweetmeats hung from hooks ... medical waste
Maladroit surgical jerks... we're medical

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

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

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