| 歌曲 | The Mask of the Satyr |
| 歌手 | Ulcerate |
| 专辑 | Of Fracture and Failure |
| 作曲 : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Cut away and start again | |
| Cross out these serpentine eyes | |
| Milk them for all they're worth | |
| Shatter the white with jane doe hammers | |
| Slay the beast with three billion heads | |
| Through noise and movement, filth is revealed | |
| I can smell the decaying musk | |
| Stale breath reeks of lust and violence | |
| And shaking hands reveal the rest | |
| For I am nausea | |
| From you to me | |
| A new slate is needed for this cannot be cleaned | |
| Insight crawls, drunk and bruised | |
| Deep within the leaden grey | |
| But majority rules with iron fist | |
| So swallow the blood and cover the face | |
| To turn the other cheek | |
| Or cut it open and rip out the tongue | |
| For now and for this | |
| Forgiveness is rot | |
| I'd trade it all for a chance to mend | |
| To kill, to cleanse, to purge, to end | |
| Loathing saturates, sour and foul | |
| Only to be eclipsed by the sorrow | |
| To cut away those close and near | |
| Pull back the hammer and let it swing | |
| Let it swing |
| zuò qǔ : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Cut away and start again | |
| Cross out these serpentine eyes | |
| Milk them for all they' re worth | |
| Shatter the white with jane doe hammers | |
| Slay the beast with three billion heads | |
| Through noise and movement, filth is revealed | |
| I can smell the decaying musk | |
| Stale breath reeks of lust and violence | |
| And shaking hands reveal the rest | |
| For I am nausea | |
| From you to me | |
| A new slate is needed for this cannot be cleaned | |
| Insight crawls, drunk and bruised | |
| Deep within the leaden grey | |
| But majority rules with iron fist | |
| So swallow the blood and cover the face | |
| To turn the other cheek | |
| Or cut it open and rip out the tongue | |
| For now and for this | |
| Forgiveness is rot | |
| I' d trade it all for a chance to mend | |
| To kill, to cleanse, to purge, to end | |
| Loathing saturates, sour and foul | |
| Only to be eclipsed by the sorrow | |
| To cut away those close and near | |
| Pull back the hammer and let it swing | |
| Let it swing |