Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In vaporous rooms, swell to burst
Anæsthesia is
lick our forearms and wrists
Doctor assisted

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

Goblets are filled the reagent
Our micturation
A toast is raised to time
On experimentation

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

Noxious salves enkindling
Congealing on tongues in
instruments we have fathered
We'll to disembowel eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

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

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