| 歌曲 | Slash Dementia |
| 歌手 | Carcass |
| 专辑 | Symphonies Of Sickness |
| 作词 : Carcass | |
| Your jugular arteries ripped | |
| Viscous juices gush and bleed | |
| You're gutted, skinned and mangled | |
| Enteral disorder is freed | |
| Tour rib-cage wrenched and torn | |
| Still pumping heart is crushed and smashed | |
| Your alimentary canal is finely chopped | |
| Lumpen meat is hacked...... | |
| Disembowel, chop and trash... | |
| Veins are stripped and flayed | |
| Of haemorrhage, bile and sweat | |
| Savoured cuts are cured | |
| Bodily parts are wrecked | |
| Bissection of the twisting corpse | |
| Copious blood is drained | |
| Captive-bolt and pole-axe | |
| Shred, trash and maim...... | |
| Dismember, carve and hack... | |
| I rip open pectoral cavities to devour my still-steaming grub | |
| Drinking adeps and effluence, smearing myself in congealing blood | |
| I tear at sauted crackling to guzzle on fetid swag | |
| Butchered remains are carved and collected in a doggy-bag... | |
| I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartiledge | |
| Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries | |
| I slice from your mutilated trunk runny fats and rind | |
| Skewering eye-orbits, brain, genitals and organs | |
| I grind... | |
| Bins of torrid offal where writhing stomachs squirm | |
| Chunks amongst your thighs and rump, crawling with tape-worm | |
| Snapped spinal column is gnawed, curdled trypsin turns into to cheese | |
| Your vena cava lashed, on your pericardial sac | |
| I feed...I gourge myself on your loin, erepsin and brine consumed | |
| Blubbering escharic tegument, steaming remains turned into grume...... | |
| Cranial fluids sucked...... | |
| Flooded organs crushed...- | |
| You are totally wasted... | |
| Your dissected shell collapses, as | |
| I eat congested insides | |
| Disregarded entrails fume and rot, now host to hungry flies...... | |
| Cranial fluids sucked...... | |
| Flooded organs crushed...- | |
| You are totally wasted...(Solo: Complete and utter dismantlement of torsos with carnage)... | |
| Slow bissection makes me laugh... |
| zuò cí : Carcass | |
| Your jugular arteries ripped | |
| Viscous juices gush and bleed | |
| You' re gutted, skinned and mangled | |
| Enteral disorder is freed | |
| Tour ribcage wrenched and torn | |
| Still pumping heart is crushed and smashed | |
| Your alimentary canal is finely chopped | |
| Lumpen meat is hacked...... | |
| Disembowel, chop and trash... | |
| Veins are stripped and flayed | |
| Of haemorrhage, bile and sweat | |
| Savoured cuts are cured | |
| Bodily parts are wrecked | |
| Bissection of the twisting corpse | |
| Copious blood is drained | |
| Captivebolt and poleaxe | |
| Shred, trash and maim...... | |
| Dismember, carve and hack... | |
| I rip open pectoral cavities to devour my stillsteaming grub | |
| Drinking adeps and effluence, smearing myself in congealing blood | |
| I tear at sauted crackling to guzzle on fetid swag | |
| Butchered remains are carved and collected in a doggybag... | |
| I mince up your limbs, offcuts and cartiledge | |
| Stuffing freshlydrawn intestine with grated coronary arteries | |
| I slice from your mutilated trunk runny fats and rind | |
| Skewering eyeorbits, brain, genitals and organs | |
| I grind... | |
| Bins of torrid offal where writhing stomachs squirm | |
| Chunks amongst your thighs and rump, crawling with tapeworm | |
| Snapped spinal column is gnawed, curdled trypsin turns into to cheese | |
| Your vena cava lashed, on your pericardial sac | |
| I feed... I gourge myself on your loin, erepsin and brine consumed | |
| Blubbering escharic tegument, steaming remains turned into grume...... | |
| Cranial fluids sucked...... | |
| Flooded organs crushed... | |
| You are totally wasted... | |
| Your dissected shell collapses, as | |
| I eat congested insides | |
| Disregarded entrails fume and rot, now host to hungry flies...... | |
| Cranial fluids sucked...... | |
| Flooded organs crushed... | |
| You are totally wasted... Solo: Complete and utter dismantlement of torsos with carnage... | |
| Slow bissection makes me laugh... |