| Song | Hot Knives And Open Sores - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Orange Goblin |
| Album | Healing Through Fire |
| 作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Scars for the living | |
| A ditch for the dead | |
| We try to remember to drink to forget | |
| Fools for our choices | |
| Tools for the trade | |
| We busy our hands as we bury the slain | |
| Morbid derision | |
| Sadistic release | |
| Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast | |
| The sky looks so hungry | |
| The future looks bleak | |
| The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek | |
| Mass affliction of the chosen | |
| Now the sacred vows are broken | |
| Will they stand to be confronted? | |
| Now the hunters are the hunted | |
| Red-hot knives, open sores | |
| Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores | |
| Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar | |
| Devil's stitches leave no scar | |
| Ancient gods look to ancient suns | |
| Ancient medicines in ancient slums | |
| Masks of horror hide the shame | |
| Roman doctrines can only ease the pain | |
| Shattered sunrise, mercy calls | |
| Hallowed victims scream in the halls | |
| Filled with venom, filled with fear | |
| Open wounds filled with life's elixir | |
| Mass affliction of the chosen | |
| Now the sacred vows are broken | |
| Will they stand to be confronted? | |
| Now the hunters are the hunted |
| zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Scars for the living | |
| A ditch for the dead | |
| We try to remember to drink to forget | |
| Fools for our choices | |
| Tools for the trade | |
| We busy our hands as we bury the slain | |
| Morbid derision | |
| Sadistic release | |
| Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast | |
| The sky looks so hungry | |
| The future looks bleak | |
| The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek | |
| Mass affliction of the chosen | |
| Now the sacred vows are broken | |
| Will they stand to be confronted? | |
| Now the hunters are the hunted | |
| Redhot knives, open sores | |
| Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores | |
| Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar | |
| Devil' s stitches leave no scar | |
| Ancient gods look to ancient suns | |
| Ancient medicines in ancient slums | |
| Masks of horror hide the shame | |
| Roman doctrines can only ease the pain | |
| Shattered sunrise, mercy calls | |
| Hallowed victims scream in the halls | |
| Filled with venom, filled with fear | |
| Open wounds filled with life' s elixir | |
| Mass affliction of the chosen | |
| Now the sacred vows are broken | |
| Will they stand to be confronted? | |
| Now the hunters are the hunted |