| Song | Waiting for Decay |
| Artist | Six Feet Under |
| Album | True Carnage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Fear of dying | |
| Unknown ending | |
| Bloody coagulating | |
| Out through your hollow bones | |
| Emptied of your weakened soul | |
| Pus ejected out the pores | |
| Hatched chopped her into bits | |
| Playing with her severed tits | |
| Sucking out the bloodied milk | |
| Waiting for decay waiting | |
| Strapped to the table | |
| My tools are sharpened | |
| Never-ending violent killings | |
| Young and helpless | |
| Unborn tortured knives stuck in her | |
| Cut up and fucked | |
| Cold inside | |
| Blood explodes from every hole | |
| I hear you now screaming | |
| My work just beginning | |
| Waiting for decay | |
| Out of leg twitching | |
| But the body's not moving | |
| Those I hunt are | |
| Rotting in the grave and | |
| Crippled and broken | |
| Weeks left decaying | |
| Dead unburied | |
| I open up the coffin | |
| No it don't disgust me | |
| It gets me hard | |
| I ejaculate on the corpse | |
| Another whore to torture and butcher | |
| To molest after death | |
| I'm just waiting for decay |
| zuo ci : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Fear of dying | |
| Unknown ending | |
| Bloody coagulating | |
| Out through your hollow bones | |
| Emptied of your weakened soul | |
| Pus ejected out the pores | |
| Hatched chopped her into bits | |
| Playing with her severed tits | |
| Sucking out the bloodied milk | |
| Waiting for decay waiting | |
| Strapped to the table | |
| My tools are sharpened | |
| Neverending violent killings | |
| Young and helpless | |
| Unborn tortured knives stuck in her | |
| Cut up and fucked | |
| Cold inside | |
| Blood explodes from every hole | |
| I hear you now screaming | |
| My work just beginning | |
| Waiting for decay | |
| Out of leg twitching | |
| But the body' s not moving | |
| Those I hunt are | |
| Rotting in the grave and | |
| Crippled and broken | |
| Weeks left decaying | |
| Dead unburied | |
| I open up the coffin | |
| No it don' t disgust me | |
| It gets me hard | |
| I ejaculate on the corpse | |
| Another whore to torture and butcher | |
| To molest after death | |
| I' m just waiting for decay |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Butler, Gall, Swanson | |
| Fear of dying | |
| Unknown ending | |
| Bloody coagulating | |
| Out through your hollow bones | |
| Emptied of your weakened soul | |
| Pus ejected out the pores | |
| Hatched chopped her into bits | |
| Playing with her severed tits | |
| Sucking out the bloodied milk | |
| Waiting for decay waiting | |
| Strapped to the table | |
| My tools are sharpened | |
| Neverending violent killings | |
| Young and helpless | |
| Unborn tortured knives stuck in her | |
| Cut up and fucked | |
| Cold inside | |
| Blood explodes from every hole | |
| I hear you now screaming | |
| My work just beginning | |
| Waiting for decay | |
| Out of leg twitching | |
| But the body' s not moving | |
| Those I hunt are | |
| Rotting in the grave and | |
| Crippled and broken | |
| Weeks left decaying | |
| Dead unburied | |
| I open up the coffin | |
| No it don' t disgust me | |
| It gets me hard | |
| I ejaculate on the corpse | |
| Another whore to torture and butcher | |
| To molest after death | |
| I' m just waiting for decay |