Matrix Of Piety - Crionics

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