Luyện nghe bài hát Medical Waste

We have stared over the 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 and distend
This rubbage will dispell
our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end

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

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

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

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

Noxious enkindling throats
Congealing on in coats
With instruments we have
We'll proceed to eachother

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

Fraternal

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

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

Our characters are wounded
Teetotaciously rent corporeal
And now our and grue is self-exuded
For from icarian we fell

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