| Song | Beneath the Violence |
| Artist | Fight |
| Album | Small Deadly Space |
| 作曲 : Halford, Tilse, Travis | |
| Closed into self asylum, | |
| On ice that's paper thin. | |
| Wrapped up for good protection. | |
| Keep that from getting in. | |
| The shadows bring the shelter, | |
| Some refuge from the storm. | |
| Brakes on the helter skelter, | |
| To let these nerves reform. | |
| Retreat out of the mad house, | |
| Stop foaming at the mouth. | |
| Hang up this strange behavior, | |
| Cut through the overgrowth. | |
| Watch from a safer distance, | |
| Observe the next offense. | |
| See how the hands do murder, | |
| Then try to make some sens. | |
| Black vision | |
| Dead body | |
| Oppression | |
| Shock system | |
| Explosive | |
| Depression | |
| Disaster Malignant | |
| Infection | |
| Inhuman Sadistic | |
| Rejection | |
| These acts of tender mercies, | |
| Work on the purest soul. | |
| They tease and trap remorseless, | |
| Till six feet in the ground. | |
| Shut down till all is silent, | |
| Be still this seething blood. | |
| Turn off, release the trigger, | |
| Let numbness do some good |
| zuò qǔ : Halford, Tilse, Travis | |
| Closed into self asylum, | |
| On ice that' s paper thin. | |
| Wrapped up for good protection. | |
| Keep that from getting in. | |
| The shadows bring the shelter, | |
| Some refuge from the storm. | |
| Brakes on the helter skelter, | |
| To let these nerves reform. | |
| Retreat out of the mad house, | |
| Stop foaming at the mouth. | |
| Hang up this strange behavior, | |
| Cut through the overgrowth. | |
| Watch from a safer distance, | |
| Observe the next offense. | |
| See how the hands do murder, | |
| Then try to make some sens. | |
| Black vision | |
| Dead body | |
| Oppression | |
| Shock system | |
| Explosive | |
| Depression | |
| Disaster Malignant | |
| Infection | |
| Inhuman Sadistic | |
| Rejection | |
| These acts of tender mercies, | |
| Work on the purest soul. | |
| They tease and trap remorseless, | |
| Till six feet in the ground. | |
| Shut down till all is silent, | |
| Be still this seething blood. | |
| Turn off, release the trigger, | |
| Let numbness do some good |