| Song | Impulse to Disembowel |
| Artist | Six Feet Under |
| Album | A Decade In The Grave |
| 作词 : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Back again to kill and gut | |
| I crave intestine | |
| Fist fucked, reduced to a stump | |
| Kill allSkinless body, naked hanging | |
| Blood is draining | |
| Carving, killing, swollen beauty | |
| Holes appearing | |
| Brutalizing, convulsing | |
| Skinned and greasy | |
| Still breathing, anal carving | |
| Holes are oozing | |
| Slit your throat deep | |
| Off cane your head | |
| Pulled out the guts | |
| Right through your fucking neck | |
| Don't think | |
| I give a fuck | |
| About your life or religion | |
| I don't fucking care | |
| About the world you fucking live in | |
| Injecting bleach into your eyes | |
| Body starts to quiver | |
| Spilled your guts onto the floor | |
| Consume the fecal drainage | |
| Liver withered, appendix punctured | |
| Pancreatic explosion | |
| Knife scraping spinal bone | |
| Like nails on a chalk board | |
| The pigs that want to lock me up | |
| But they still don't know who | |
| I amI leave a trail of blood and guts | |
| ColdImpulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Back again to kill and gut | |
| I crave intestine | |
| Fist fucked, reduced to a stump | |
| Kill allSkinless body, naked hanging | |
| Blood is draining | |
| Carving, killing, swollen beauty | |
| Holes appearing | |
| Brutalizing, convulsing | |
| Skinned and greasy | |
| Still breathing, anal carving | |
| Holes are oozing | |
| Slit your throat deep | |
| Off cane your head | |
| Pulled out the guts | |
| Right through your fucking neck | |
| Don' t think | |
| I give a fuck | |
| About your life or religion | |
| I don' t fucking care | |
| About the world you fucking live in | |
| Injecting bleach into your eyes | |
| Body starts to quiver | |
| Spilled your guts onto the floor | |
| Consume the fecal drainage | |
| Liver withered, appendix punctured | |
| Pancreatic explosion | |
| Knife scraping spinal bone | |
| Like nails on a chalk board | |
| The pigs that want to lock me up | |
| But they still don' t know who | |
| I amI leave a trail of blood and guts | |
| ColdImpulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel | |
| Impulse to disembowel |