Testo Exoskeleton

The flame is the cleanser

removing any doubts

I give myself unto you

restoring balance
but not as they foresaw



All that was dear to me

lost at my own hand

I create the architect

of my own demise

I have new master now


I choose to believe

I choose to believe

I choose to believe your lies



I don't ask for pity

encased in machinery

oblivious to your scorn

Up from the flames that took me

exoskeleton shelters me

I am reborn



I choose to believe

I choose to believe

I choose to believe your lies

I choose what I see

I choose what I see

With my electronic eyes