| Song | Born Headless |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | Kult Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Cryptopsy |
| [00:51.93] | You're not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper; |
| [00:53.73] | These are my cheek nails: |
| [00:54.87] | Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways; |
| [01:00.96] | I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep |
| [01:19.32] | Human tragedy... |
| [01:21.09] | Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic |
| [01:27.81] | Let this dirt define your grave |
| [01:32.10] | Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh; |
| [01:34.95] | Why do you vomit? |
| [01:39.03] | You should have seen the last one |
| [01:42.66] | I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when |
| [02:12.87] | I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue |
| [02:15.81] | Girth control, to me, is considered an art; |
| [02:16.74] | Fat's fully excised as |
| [02:17.22] | I tear you apart; my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: |
| [02:22.14] | I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death |
| [02:40.71] | I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets |
| [03:32.55] | Better for you if you'd been born headless |
| [03:33.57] | Blame your mother you weren't born headless |
| [04:05.76] | Now that it's over, you'll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold |
| [04:09.57] | I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; the earth soaks up my brain... |
| [04:15.27] | I see myself as |
| [04:17.85] | I've been |
| [04:18.00] | I see myself |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Cryptopsy |
| [00:51.93] | You' re not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper |
| [00:53.73] | These are my cheek nails: |
| [00:54.87] | Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways |
| [01:00.96] | I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep |
| [01:19.32] | Human tragedy... |
| [01:21.09] | Let this be a lesson to you, it' s symbolic |
| [01:27.81] | Let this dirt define your grave |
| [01:32.10] | Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh |
| [01:34.95] | Why do you vomit? |
| [01:39.03] | You should have seen the last one |
| [01:42.66] | I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when |
| [02:12.87] | I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue |
| [02:15.81] | Girth control, to me, is considered an art |
| [02:16.74] | Fat' s fully excised as |
| [02:17.22] | I tear you apart my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: |
| [02:22.14] | I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death |
| [02:40.71] | I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets |
| [03:32.55] | Better for you if you' d been born headless |
| [03:33.57] | Blame your mother you weren' t born headless |
| [04:05.76] | Now that it' s over, you' ll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold |
| [04:09.57] | I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire the earth soaks up my brain... |
| [04:15.27] | I see myself as |
| [04:17.85] | I' ve been |
| [04:18.00] | I see myself |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cryptopsy |
| [00:51.93] | You' re not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper |
| [00:53.73] | These are my cheek nails: |
| [00:54.87] | Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways |
| [01:00.96] | I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep |
| [01:19.32] | Human tragedy... |
| [01:21.09] | Let this be a lesson to you, it' s symbolic |
| [01:27.81] | Let this dirt define your grave |
| [01:32.10] | Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh |
| [01:34.95] | Why do you vomit? |
| [01:39.03] | You should have seen the last one |
| [01:42.66] | I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when |
| [02:12.87] | I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue |
| [02:15.81] | Girth control, to me, is considered an art |
| [02:16.74] | Fat' s fully excised as |
| [02:17.22] | I tear you apart my maleficence is as deep aas it can get: |
| [02:22.14] | I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death |
| [02:40.71] | I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets |
| [03:32.55] | Better for you if you' d been born headless |
| [03:33.57] | Blame your mother you weren' t born headless |
| [04:05.76] | Now that it' s over, you' ll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold |
| [04:09.57] | I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire the earth soaks up my brain... |
| [04:15.27] | I see myself as |
| [04:17.85] | I' ve been |
| [04:18.00] | I see myself |