Impaled - Medical Waste Lyrics
We have stared over the precipice of mortalityAnd death's gaping maw could not be satedOur deviant feats could not attain immortalityIn shame, we vow our flesh to be uncreatedPutrescence and filth, within our lab and within ourselvesThe mocking corpses bloat and distendThis reeking rubbage will dispellWhen our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully endIn vaporous rooms, veins swell to burstAnæsthesia is appliedScalpels lick our forearms and wristsDoctor assisted suicideCaught in the act, we are red-handedFrom the antibrachium, flesh is disbandedAnti-coagulants of our inventionWill ensure no bloodflow retentionGoblets are filled with the reagentOur work's micturationA toast is raised to time spentOn failed experimentation(solo: "Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble" by S.C. McGrath)Noxious salves enkindling throatsCongealing on tongues in coatsWith instruments we have fatheredWe'll proceed to disembowel eachother(solo: "Bungled Grind" by T. Spruance)Fraternal dissectionDetritus of a cold cook... medical wasteKeech of those that were burked... medical wasteSweetmeats hung from rusted hooks ... medical wasteMaladroit surgical jerks... we're medical wastesLacerated midsections... medical wasteSucking wounds fillling lungs... medical wasteOur avulsed intestines... medical wasteErrorist physicians... we're medical wastesOur characters are mortally woundedTeetotaciously rent corporeal shellsAnd now our blood and grue is self-exudedFor from icarian heights we fell(solo: "Live By the Scalpel, Die..." by J. Kocol)(solo: "Voluntary Suicide" by S.C. McGrath)
