Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We have 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 corpses bloat and distend
This reeking rubbage dispell
When our lives, by our own hands, we'll end

In vaporous rooms, veins swell to
is applied
Scalpels lick our and wrists
assisted suicide

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

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

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

Noxious salves enkindling
on tongues in coats
With instruments we fathered
We'll proceed to disembowel

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

Fraternal

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

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

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

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