| Song | Matrix Of Piety |
| Artist | Crionics |
| Album | Human Error: Ways Of Self Destruction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Vac-V, Waran | |
| Devouring, smashing | |
| Deflowering and crushing | |
| Here comes the Truth without mercy | |
| Baptised in fire It'll be the leader | |
| Bloody instinct we have deserved | |
| To survive the foolish dogmas of pain | |
| To serve your body and mind | |
| No to be a graveworm | |
| Your generation considered as normal | |
| Mine is forbidden but won't be forgotten | |
| Your brothers and sisters have machine's precision | |
| But are holy cyborgs, can't make a decision | |
| She who loves lunatic walks | |
| Interested in the night, beauty of the dark | |
| Had to be burnt alive | |
| Do you suit to matrix of piety? | |
| Matrix of piety, a directive from above | |
| Conform to behaviours you cannot stand | |
| Dilapidated religion seeks the devoted | |
| They will glower at you, senile souls of leech |
| zuo qu : VacV, Waran | |
| Devouring, smashing | |
| Deflowering and crushing | |
| Here comes the Truth without mercy | |
| Baptised in fire It' ll be the leader | |
| Bloody instinct we have deserved | |
| To survive the foolish dogmas of pain | |
| To serve your body and mind | |
| No to be a graveworm | |
| Your generation considered as normal | |
| Mine is forbidden but won' t be forgotten | |
| Your brothers and sisters have machine' s precision | |
| But are holy cyborgs, can' t make a decision | |
| She who loves lunatic walks | |
| Interested in the night, beauty of the dark | |
| Had to be burnt alive | |
| Do you suit to matrix of piety? | |
| Matrix of piety, a directive from above | |
| Conform to behaviours you cannot stand | |
| Dilapidated religion seeks the devoted | |
| They will glower at you, senile souls of leech |
| zuò qǔ : VacV, Waran | |
| Devouring, smashing | |
| Deflowering and crushing | |
| Here comes the Truth without mercy | |
| Baptised in fire It' ll be the leader | |
| Bloody instinct we have deserved | |
| To survive the foolish dogmas of pain | |
| To serve your body and mind | |
| No to be a graveworm | |
| Your generation considered as normal | |
| Mine is forbidden but won' t be forgotten | |
| Your brothers and sisters have machine' s precision | |
| But are holy cyborgs, can' t make a decision | |
| She who loves lunatic walks | |
| Interested in the night, beauty of the dark | |
| Had to be burnt alive | |
| Do you suit to matrix of piety? | |
| Matrix of piety, a directive from above | |
| Conform to behaviours you cannot stand | |
| Dilapidated religion seeks the devoted | |
| They will glower at you, senile souls of leech |