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Impaled - Medical Waste lyrics
We have stared over the precipice of mortality And death's gaping maw could not be sated Our deviant feats could not attain immortality In shame, we vow our flesh to be uncreated Putrescence and filth, within our lab and within ourselves The mocking corpses bloat and distend This reeking rubbage will dispell When our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end In vaporous rooms, veins swell to burst Anæsthesia is applied Scalpels lick our forearms and wrists Doctor assisted suicide Caught in the act, we are red-handed From the antibrachium, flesh is disbanded Anti-coagulants of our invention Will ensure no bloodflow retention Goblets are filled with the reagent Our work's micturation A toast is raised to time spent On failed experimentation (solo: "Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble" by S.C. McGrath) Noxious salves enkindling throats Congealing on tongues in coats With instruments we have fathered We'll proceed to disembowel eachother (solo: "Bungled Grind" by T. Spruance) Fraternal dissection Detritus of a cold cook... medical waste Keech of those that were burked... medical waste Sweetmeats hung from rusted hooks ... medical waste Maladroit surgical jerks... we're medical wastes Lacerated midsections... medical waste Sucking wounds fillling lungs... medical waste Our avulsed intestines... medical waste Errorist physicians... we're medical wastes Our characters are mortally wounded Teetotaciously rent corporeal shells And now our blood and grue is self-exuded For from icarian heights we fell (solo: "Live By the Scalpel, Die..." by J. Kocol) (solo: "Voluntary Suicide" by S.C. McGrath) |
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