| Song | Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay |
| Artist | Autopsy |
| Album | Mental Funeral |
| 作曲 : Autopsy, Reifert | |
| From the brown infested clouds | |
| Painful death is unleashed | |
| Toxic rain upon your skin | |
| Now you are diseased | |
| Pus fulled wounds begin to form | |
| Inflamed bloated mess | |
| Internal organs sieze and corysed | |
| Contaminated blood flows with death | |
| The features are slowly rotting | |
| Off your deformed face | |
| Now you are just | |
| A twisted mass of burnt decay | |
| Retoning violently | |
| Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay | |
| Hair falls out | |
| Bowls expel their rotten stinking waste | |
| Body and mind are dubbed a fate | |
| So horrendous and sick | |
| The safety of the womb is gone | |
| Bloody pus oozes from your dick | |
| Unformed offspring | |
| Meet the poisoned air | |
| Ejected fetuses litter the street | |
| Men and women cry | |
| For themselves and their young | |
| A twisted monument | |
| Of mans defeat |
| zuò qǔ : Autopsy, Reifert | |
| From the brown infested clouds | |
| Painful death is unleashed | |
| Toxic rain upon your skin | |
| Now you are diseased | |
| Pus fulled wounds begin to form | |
| Inflamed bloated mess | |
| Internal organs sieze and corysed | |
| Contaminated blood flows with death | |
| The features are slowly rotting | |
| Off your deformed face | |
| Now you are just | |
| A twisted mass of burnt decay | |
| Retoning violently | |
| Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay | |
| Hair falls out | |
| Bowls expel their rotten stinking waste | |
| Body and mind are dubbed a fate | |
| So horrendous and sick | |
| The safety of the womb is gone | |
| Bloody pus oozes from your dick | |
| Unformed offspring | |
| Meet the poisoned air | |
| Ejected fetuses litter the street | |
| Men and women cry | |
| For themselves and their young | |
| A twisted monument | |
| Of mans defeat |