| Song | Decency Defied |
| Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
| Album | The Wretched Spawn |
| 作词 : Owen | |
| Torn from your body,removed while you scream | |
| Dissect to collet my blade now reams | |
| Pieces of flesh lie by the side | |
| Worn on my body or put on display | |
| You mark your skin it gives you pleasure | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| Decency defied | |
| Crudely I cut away | |
| All are my prey | |
| You are vain with your art | |
| Tell me how it feels when your flesh is peeled | |
| I desire it torn appart | |
| With my insane hunting the removal of flesh now starts | |
| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| Decency defied | |
| To you a design | |
| To you a design | |
| Now a trophy made mine | |
| Now a trophy made mine | |
| To satisfy my fucked mind | |
| I seek to find | |
| To satisfy my fucked mind | |
| I seek to find[Solo Jack Owen] | |
| Ignoring your cries | |
| Exposing your insides | |
| Torn from your body, removed while you scream | |
| Violence defined | |
| Dissect to collect, my blade now reams | |
| Worn on my body or put on display | |
| Pieces of flesh lie side by side | |
| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Decency defied |
| zuò cí : Owen | |
| Torn from your body, removed while you scream | |
| Dissect to collet my blade now reams | |
| Pieces of flesh lie by the side | |
| Worn on my body or put on display | |
| You mark your skin it gives you pleasure | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| Decency defied | |
| Crudely I cut away | |
| All are my prey | |
| You are vain with your art | |
| Tell me how it feels when your flesh is peeled | |
| I desire it torn appart | |
| With my insane hunting the removal of flesh now starts | |
| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| Decency defied | |
| To you a design | |
| To you a design | |
| Now a trophy made mine | |
| Now a trophy made mine | |
| To satisfy my fucked mind | |
| I seek to find | |
| To satisfy my fucked mind | |
| I seek to find Solo Jack Owen | |
| Ignoring your cries | |
| Exposing your insides | |
| Torn from your body, removed while you scream | |
| Violence defined | |
| Dissect to collect, my blade now reams | |
| Worn on my body or put on display | |
| Pieces of flesh lie side by side | |
| You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure | |
| Taking your hide before you have died | |
| I take your precious art, it becomes my leather | |
| Decency defied |