Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

Putrescence and filth, within our lab and within
The mocking corpses and distend
This reeking 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 suicide

Caught in the act, we are
the antibrachium, flesh is disbanded
Anti-coagulants of our
Will no bloodflow retention

are filled with the reagent
Our work's
A is raised to time spent
On experimentation

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

Noxious salves enkindling
on tongues in coats
With we have fathered
proceed to disembowel eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our characters are mortally
Teetotaciously corporeal shells
And now our and grue is self-exuded
For from heights we fell

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