| 歌曲 | Living Dissection |
| 歌手 | Cannibal Corpse |
| 作词 : Barnes | |
| Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones | |
| And necks, pierced together from dead tissue | |
| Body parts crudely sewn, | |
| face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket | |
| Brain half | |
| Dead | |
| Hungry for flesh | |
| Many souls commanding my existence | |
| My body alive, I defy, the life I've been given | |
| I should have remained dead | |
| Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table | |
| Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin | |
| Pieced together parts and parts | |
| Transplanting human life | |
| Rotten organs, restal pus | |
| Spitting up your galbladder | |
| Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies | |
| Eyes melting, skin exploding | |
| Every bloody bleeding | |
| Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs | |
| Parts of the dead are never to rest | |
| Lymphatic nodes | |
| Implode, while the brain corrodes | |
| Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead | |
| Creation of a being never known to man | |
| Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection | |
| Regaining life from beyond | |
| To rip the flesh from your bones | |
| Stripped of flesh, unsighty | |
| Torn in two, slicing through you | |
| Live organs needed to be reanimated | |
| Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies | |
| Dead | |
| Awaiting a new brain | |
| Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead | |
| Exposing their insides, slitting their necks | |
| Finding a way | |
| Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table | |
| Soon to walk again | |
| Fingers missing from hands | |
| Ready to snap bones and necks | |
| Pieced together from | |
| Dead tissue | |
| Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from | |
| An empty socket | |
| Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh | |
| Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive, | |
| I derfy, the life I've been given | |
| I should have remain dead |
| zuò cí : Barnes | |
| Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones | |
| And necks, pierced together from dead tissue | |
| Body parts crudely sewn, | |
| face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket | |
| Brain half | |
| Dead | |
| Hungry for flesh | |
| Many souls commanding my existence | |
| My body alive, I defy, the life I' ve been given | |
| I should have remained dead | |
| Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table | |
| Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin | |
| Pieced together parts and parts | |
| Transplanting human life | |
| Rotten organs, restal pus | |
| Spitting up your galbladder | |
| Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies | |
| Eyes melting, skin exploding | |
| Every bloody bleeding | |
| Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs | |
| Parts of the dead are never to rest | |
| Lymphatic nodes | |
| Implode, while the brain corrodes | |
| Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead | |
| Creation of a being never known to man | |
| Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection | |
| Regaining life from beyond | |
| To rip the flesh from your bones | |
| Stripped of flesh, unsighty | |
| Torn in two, slicing through you | |
| Live organs needed to be reanimated | |
| Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies | |
| Dead | |
| Awaiting a new brain | |
| Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead | |
| Exposing their insides, slitting their necks | |
| Finding a way | |
| Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table | |
| Soon to walk again | |
| Fingers missing from hands | |
| Ready to snap bones and necks | |
| Pieced together from | |
| Dead tissue | |
| Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from | |
| An empty socket | |
| Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh | |
| Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive, | |
| I derfy, the life I' ve been given | |
| I should have remain dead |