| 歌曲 | The Snake Has No Head |
| 歌手 | Corrosion of Conformity |
| 专辑 | Wiseblood |
| 作词 : Dean, Keenan | |
| Invalid at last smothers the working class | |
| Nihilist to be turns the scrape into a gash | |
| Walking tall and ignorant, this man is now a militant | |
| Deceiving the prophets confession to release this endless aggression | |
| One is the soul, amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid 'cause the snake has no head | |
| The body fills with greed and we spill it when in need | |
| And all the slaves are on probation growing fat in a comfortable nation | |
| So the snake keeps on recruiting we need one more royal shooting | |
| Nothing left to lose so we create another wound | |
| One is the soul, amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid 'cause the snake has no head | |
| Fear of death is gain consuming the weak in shame | |
| It's a power we can't see but it leaves ourselves to blame | |
| The shameless mourn another day, slithering sins fade away | |
| But the snake is just a pawn and remains when we are gone | |
| One is the soul amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid 'cause the snake has no head |
| zuò cí : Dean, Keenan | |
| Invalid at last smothers the working class | |
| Nihilist to be turns the scrape into a gash | |
| Walking tall and ignorant, this man is now a militant | |
| Deceiving the prophets confession to release this endless aggression | |
| One is the soul, amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid ' cause the snake has no head | |
| The body fills with greed and we spill it when in need | |
| And all the slaves are on probation growing fat in a comfortable nation | |
| So the snake keeps on recruiting we need one more royal shooting | |
| Nothing left to lose so we create another wound | |
| One is the soul, amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid ' cause the snake has no head | |
| Fear of death is gain consuming the weak in shame | |
| It' s a power we can' t see but it leaves ourselves to blame | |
| The shameless mourn another day, slithering sins fade away | |
| But the snake is just a pawn and remains when we are gone | |
| One is the soul amplified suicide | |
| Keeps the masses terrified | |
| Nothing to kill, nothing to kill, nothing to kill | |
| Nothing left unsaid ' cause the snake has no head |