| Song | Long-Pig Chef And The Hairless Goat |
| Artist | Cattle Decapitation |
| 作曲 : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan | |
| Cornered long-pig at the edge of the corral | |
| Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions | |
| Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion | |
| In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle | |
| De-boned and skinned | |
| Preparation shall now begin | |
| On the menu a hairless goat | |
| In green mucus pesto your pieces float | |
| Garnishing the platter | |
| Cerebral pieces of grey matter | |
| Soup bowl-an unspent bladder | |
| A choice dish within the splatter | |
| Human adipose to make you fatter | |
| Breaded tendons dipped in batter | |
| Cessation of your life? | |
| Long-pig-culinary cadaver | |
| Your destiny-a quiche of human giblets | |
| Na飗e you die -meat to cleaver-manveal breeder- gratuitous overflow from the jugular buckets of blood -sanguine bleeder-compost eater- into bloodmeal-you're left to putrify whet appetite the realization that you are simply flesh is now fatally apparent? | |
| Your funeral was a buffett. | |
| A delightful blend of your decay | |
| A menu made of your obituary | |
| My complements to the chef? |
| zuò qǔ : Astor, Oftedal, Ryan | |
| Cornered longpig at the edge of the corral | |
| Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions | |
| Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion | |
| In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle | |
| Deboned and skinned | |
| Preparation shall now begin | |
| On the menu a hairless goat | |
| In green mucus pesto your pieces float | |
| Garnishing the platter | |
| Cerebral pieces of grey matter | |
| Soup bowlan unspent bladder | |
| A choice dish within the splatter | |
| Human adipose to make you fatter | |
| Breaded tendons dipped in batter | |
| Cessation of your life? | |
| Longpigculinary cadaver | |
| Your destinya quiche of human giblets | |
| Na liú e you die meat to cleavermanveal breeder gratuitous overflow from the jugular buckets of blood sanguine bleedercompost eater into bloodmealyou' re left to putrify whet appetite the realization that you are simply flesh is now fatally apparent? | |
| Your funeral was a buffett. | |
| A delightful blend of your decay | |
| A menu made of your obituary | |
| My complements to the chef? |