| Song | Silent Violence |
| Artist | Six Feet Under |
| Album | A Decade In The Grave |
| 作词 : Barnes, West | |
| I cut your throat, wide, opening a hole in your neck | |
| Your blood sprays my skin, warm and wet | |
| You can’t feel your heart beating, scream no one is listening | |
| I cut your tongue from your mouth | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| All is quiet as | |
| I force my fist down your cut throat | |
| Grabbing tendons and veins | |
| I pull your insides out through your lipless mouth | |
| Your stiff body is cold and still | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Violent, silence | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Haphazardly, | |
| I remove your spleen and your liver | |
| There is much blood | |
| Eyes have been removed while you where still alive | |
| Now I tear your flesh, | |
| I am ripping your skin | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Fingerless hands, clenched | |
| I continue to dissect | |
| Blood spurting from punctured flesh | |
| Your naked body stripped of skin | |
| Soon you will rot | |
| Insects infest your flesh |
| zuò cí : Barnes, West | |
| I cut your throat, wide, opening a hole in your neck | |
| Your blood sprays my skin, warm and wet | |
| You can' t feel your heart beating, scream no one is listening | |
| I cut your tongue from your mouth | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| All is quiet as | |
| I force my fist down your cut throat | |
| Grabbing tendons and veins | |
| I pull your insides out through your lipless mouth | |
| Your stiff body is cold and still | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Violent, silence | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Haphazardly, | |
| I remove your spleen and your liver | |
| There is much blood | |
| Eyes have been removed while you where still alive | |
| Now I tear your flesh, | |
| I am ripping your skin | |
| Dying, you feel yourself slip away | |
| Your dead body will be left, unburied | |
| No one will find you, dead | |
| Fingerless hands, clenched | |
| I continue to dissect | |
| Blood spurting from punctured flesh | |
| Your naked body stripped of skin | |
| Soon you will rot | |
| Insects infest your flesh |