Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

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

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

In rooms, veins swell to burst
Anæsthesia is
Scalpels our forearms and wrists
Doctor suicide

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

Goblets are filled with the
Our work's
A toast is raised to spent
On experimentation

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

Noxious enkindling throats
Congealing on tongues in
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel

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

dissection

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

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

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

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