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, our lab and within ourselves
The mocking corpses bloat and
This reeking will dispell
When our lives, by our own hands, dutifully end

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

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

Goblets are with the reagent
Our work's
A toast is raised to time
On experimentation

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

salves enkindling throats
Congealing on in coats
With we have fathered
We'll to disembowel eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

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

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