| Song | Exit Wounds |
| Artist | Jungle Rot |
| Album | What Horrors Await |
| Into the bush, I'm felling the rush | |
| A taste for flesh, To drink the blood that's fresh | |
| Dawn brings the sun its time to have some fun | |
| Unsheathe my knife, ready to take a life | |
| Exit wounds | |
| The blade punctures through your weak skin | |
| Blood runs steaming, smeared on my chin | |
| Behold the flesh it makes an awful mess | |
| The wounds have dried now I will take your hide | |
| Remove the head a trophy of the dead | |
| Not clear to see, it's an human taxidermy | |
| Exit wounds |