Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, veins to burst
is applied
Scalpels our forearms and wrists
Doctor assisted

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

are filled with the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to time
On failed

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

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

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

Fraternal

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

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

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

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