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
Noxious salves enkindling throats Congealing on tongues in coats With instruments we have fathered We'll proceed to disembowel eachother
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 fellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
