Medical Waste Lyrics - Impaled

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)