| Song | Grotesque Impalement |
| Artist | Dying Fetus |
| Album | Grotesque Impalement |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gallagher | |
| I am lost | |
| Far from the cross you stand before | |
| Filled with lust | |
| We are all filled with lust | |
| We want this whore | |
| Impale your flesh | |
| Draped in darkness | |
| Your guts explode and life has ceased behind your eyes | |
| Impalement, and before | |
| Live no more, live no more, overcome by fever | |
| Malevolent disgrace | |
| Wretching with repulsion | |
| Bleeding from the eyes | |
| Fester with redemption | |
| Your blood begins to clot | |
| Clogging the corpuscles in your mind | |
| Ignoring the pretention | |
| Wallow in the rot | |
| Seven lives have come and gone | |
| The first and the last | |
| And what are we even here for? | |
| Some twisted, mindless game? | |
| Or is god just playing tricks upon my brain? | |
| The birth of death begins | |
| And with your life it ends | |
| My world immersed in hate | |
| Destroy what I creat, defecate | |
| Choke on my shit, urinate | |
| Drown in my piss | |
| Godless, hater of the world | |
| Your mind dwells on the absurd | |
| As I contemplate your horrible demise | |
| Blood streams down your face | |
| Drained, drained of life |
| zuo qu : Gallagher | |
| I am lost | |
| Far from the cross you stand before | |
| Filled with lust | |
| We are all filled with lust | |
| We want this whore | |
| Impale your flesh | |
| Draped in darkness | |
| Your guts explode and life has ceased behind your eyes | |
| Impalement, and before | |
| Live no more, live no more, overcome by fever | |
| Malevolent disgrace | |
| Wretching with repulsion | |
| Bleeding from the eyes | |
| Fester with redemption | |
| Your blood begins to clot | |
| Clogging the corpuscles in your mind | |
| Ignoring the pretention | |
| Wallow in the rot | |
| Seven lives have come and gone | |
| The first and the last | |
| And what are we even here for? | |
| Some twisted, mindless game? | |
| Or is god just playing tricks upon my brain? | |
| The birth of death begins | |
| And with your life it ends | |
| My world immersed in hate | |
| Destroy what I creat, defecate | |
| Choke on my shit, urinate | |
| Drown in my piss | |
| Godless, hater of the world | |
| Your mind dwells on the absurd | |
| As I contemplate your horrible demise | |
| Blood streams down your face | |
| Drained, drained of life |
| zuò qǔ : Gallagher | |
| I am lost | |
| Far from the cross you stand before | |
| Filled with lust | |
| We are all filled with lust | |
| We want this whore | |
| Impale your flesh | |
| Draped in darkness | |
| Your guts explode and life has ceased behind your eyes | |
| Impalement, and before | |
| Live no more, live no more, overcome by fever | |
| Malevolent disgrace | |
| Wretching with repulsion | |
| Bleeding from the eyes | |
| Fester with redemption | |
| Your blood begins to clot | |
| Clogging the corpuscles in your mind | |
| Ignoring the pretention | |
| Wallow in the rot | |
| Seven lives have come and gone | |
| The first and the last | |
| And what are we even here for? | |
| Some twisted, mindless game? | |
| Or is god just playing tricks upon my brain? | |
| The birth of death begins | |
| And with your life it ends | |
| My world immersed in hate | |
| Destroy what I creat, defecate | |
| Choke on my shit, urinate | |
| Drown in my piss | |
| Godless, hater of the world | |
| Your mind dwells on the absurd | |
| As I contemplate your horrible demise | |
| Blood streams down your face | |
| Drained, drained of life |