Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, veins swell to
Anæsthesia is
Scalpels lick our and wrists
Doctor assisted

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

Goblets are filled the reagent
Our work's
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

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

midsections... medical waste
Sucking wounds fillling lungs... medical
Our avulsed intestines... medical
Errorist physicians... medical wastes

Our characters are wounded
Teetotaciously rent 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)