| Song | Manslaughter |
| Artist | Cheap Sex |
| Album | Written in Blood |
| Black clouds rising overhead | |
| The hands of death our souls are bled | |
| There is no escaping his deadly grip | |
| While life slips by on a sinking ship. [Chorus:] | |
| LOOKING DE | |
| ATH RIGHT | |
| IN THE EYE | |
| SLAUGHTER, | |
| MANSLAUGHT | |
| ER LOOKING | |
| DEATH RIGH | |
| T IN THE E | |
| YE SLAUGHT | |
| ER, MANSLA | |
| UGHTER A rotten stench will fill the air | |
| And leaving in it’s path despair | |
| And now you’re slowly turning in your grave | |
| And no one is left to be saved. |
| Black clouds rising overhead | |
| The hands of death our souls are bled | |
| There is no escaping his deadly grip | |
| While life slips by on a sinking ship. Chorus: | |
| LOOKING DE | |
| ATH RIGHT | |
| IN THE EYE | |
| SLAUGHTER, | |
| MANSLAUGHT | |
| ER LOOKING | |
| DEATH RIGH | |
| T IN THE E | |
| YE SLAUGHT | |
| ER, MANSLA | |
| UGHTER A rotten stench will fill the air | |
| And leaving in it' s path despair | |
| And now you' re slowly turning in your grave | |
| And no one is left to be saved. |