| 歌曲 | Cybertrash |
| 歌手 | The Kovenant |
| 专辑 | SETI |
| 作曲 : Kovenant | |
| Superstition, disguised as faith | |
| The fear of death plagues their eyes | |
| Automated animation, a fingerprint personality | |
| Born of desperation | |
| So terrified that you just might dissappear when you die | |
| And that there is no difference between right or wrong | |
| Elimination of the modern nation | |
| No need for the excess population | |
| Twisted monuments of human decay | |
| Old death to new beginnings | |
| Remake the world in genocide | |
| Everything they taught you is a lie | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash | |
| Proclaimed by a thousand prophets | |
| Believed by a million fools | |
| Its an endless line of tragedies | |
| What is faith but another word for superstition | |
| On the ruins of the old | |
| Free of the moral waste | |
| Perfect and gleaming | |
| In the light of the morning star | |
| Would you die for my sins? | |
| Or would you take my life and try to make it yours? | |
| Prove me wrong, but | |
| I'll still see it my own way | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash |
| zuò qǔ : Kovenant | |
| Superstition, disguised as faith | |
| The fear of death plagues their eyes | |
| Automated animation, a fingerprint personality | |
| Born of desperation | |
| So terrified that you just might dissappear when you die | |
| And that there is no difference between right or wrong | |
| Elimination of the modern nation | |
| No need for the excess population | |
| Twisted monuments of human decay | |
| Old death to new beginnings | |
| Remake the world in genocide | |
| Everything they taught you is a lie | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash | |
| Proclaimed by a thousand prophets | |
| Believed by a million fools | |
| Its an endless line of tragedies | |
| What is faith but another word for superstition | |
| On the ruins of the old | |
| Free of the moral waste | |
| Perfect and gleaming | |
| In the light of the morning star | |
| Would you die for my sins? | |
| Or would you take my life and try to make it yours? | |
| Prove me wrong, but | |
| I' ll still see it my own way | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured | |
| Would you die for this? | |
| Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash |