| Song | Born Headless |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | Blasphemy Made Flesh |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy | |
| You're not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper; | |
| These are my cheek nails: | |
| Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways; | |
| I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep | |
| Human tragedy... | |
| Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic | |
| Let this dirt define your grave | |
| Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh; | |
| Why do you vomit? | |
| You should have seen the last one | |
| I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when | |
| I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue | |
| Girth control, to me, is considered an art; | |
| Fat's fully excised as | |
| I tear you apart; my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: | |
| I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death | |
| I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets | |
| Better for you if you'd been born headless | |
| Blame your mother you weren't born headless | |
| Now that it's over, you'll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold | |
| I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; the earth soaks up my brain... | |
| I see myself as | |
| I've been | |
| I see myself |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy | |
| You' re not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper | |
| These are my cheek nails: | |
| Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways | |
| I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep | |
| Human tragedy... | |
| Let this be a lesson to you, it' s symbolic | |
| Let this dirt define your grave | |
| Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh | |
| Why do you vomit? | |
| You should have seen the last one | |
| I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when | |
| I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue | |
| Girth control, to me, is considered an art | |
| Fat' s fully excised as | |
| I tear you apart my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: | |
| I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death | |
| I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets | |
| Better for you if you' d been born headless | |
| Blame your mother you weren' t born headless | |
| Now that it' s over, you' ll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold | |
| I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire the earth soaks up my brain... | |
| I see myself as | |
| I' ve been | |
| I see myself |