Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We stared over the precipice of mortality
And gaping maw could not be sated
Our deviant 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
reeking rubbage will dispell
When our lives, by our own hands, dutifully end

In vaporous rooms, veins to burst
Anæsthesia is
Scalpels lick our forearms and
assisted suicide

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

Goblets are with the reagent
Our micturation
A toast is raised to spent
On experimentation

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

salves enkindling throats
Congealing on tongues in
With we have fathered
We'll proceed to eachother

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

dissection

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

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

Our are mortally wounded
Teetotaciously rent 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)