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 dispel When our lives, by our own hands, we'll dutifully end In vaporous rooms, veins swell to burst Anesthesia 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 blood flow 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 each other 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 filling lungs medical waste Our avulsed intestines medical waste Terrorist 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