| Song | Knife, Gun, Axe |
| Artist | Six Feet Under |
| Album | True Carnage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Time again to die a slow death | |
| Now take that last breath | |
| Sounds of bones crack | |
| Better make your way to the exit real fast | |
| I'll escape my thoughts of pain, through death | |
| Pull the trigger the gun's put to your head | |
| Flash a white light before you die | |
| A murder made to look like a suicide | |
| Knife through your gut | |
| Now die you fucking slut | |
| Punctured lung, a gouged out throat | |
| I hope in hell you fucking rot | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Open wide and eat my shit | |
| How's it taste you little bitch? | |
| Die by knife, gun or axe | |
| Ripped to shreds - shot, cut in half | |
| I spit on your bones | |
| Piss in the hole in your head | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Cut off your faces | |
| Turned your back - now breaking | |
| Eyes long blind - shut, stabbed out | |
| Burn in hell and fucking rot | |
| Knife to the gut | |
| Gun to the head | |
| Axe to the neck | |
| Dead |
| zuo ci : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Time again to die a slow death | |
| Now take that last breath | |
| Sounds of bones crack | |
| Better make your way to the exit real fast | |
| I' ll escape my thoughts of pain, through death | |
| Pull the trigger the gun' s put to your head | |
| Flash a white light before you die | |
| A murder made to look like a suicide | |
| Knife through your gut | |
| Now die you fucking slut | |
| Punctured lung, a gouged out throat | |
| I hope in hell you fucking rot | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Open wide and eat my shit | |
| How' s it taste you little bitch? | |
| Die by knife, gun or axe | |
| Ripped to shreds shot, cut in half | |
| I spit on your bones | |
| Piss in the hole in your head | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Cut off your faces | |
| Turned your back now breaking | |
| Eyes long blind shut, stabbed out | |
| Burn in hell and fucking rot | |
| Knife to the gut | |
| Gun to the head | |
| Axe to the neck | |
| Dead |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Time again to die a slow death | |
| Now take that last breath | |
| Sounds of bones crack | |
| Better make your way to the exit real fast | |
| I' ll escape my thoughts of pain, through death | |
| Pull the trigger the gun' s put to your head | |
| Flash a white light before you die | |
| A murder made to look like a suicide | |
| Knife through your gut | |
| Now die you fucking slut | |
| Punctured lung, a gouged out throat | |
| I hope in hell you fucking rot | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Open wide and eat my shit | |
| How' s it taste you little bitch? | |
| Die by knife, gun or axe | |
| Ripped to shreds shot, cut in half | |
| I spit on your bones | |
| Piss in the hole in your head | |
| Suicide or was it murder? | |
| Cut off your faces | |
| Turned your back now breaking | |
| Eyes long blind shut, stabbed out | |
| Burn in hell and fucking rot | |
| Knife to the gut | |
| Gun to the head | |
| Axe to the neck | |
| Dead |