Testo The Human Design

The machines knew our code
From the inside out
Kneel down and pray
We die at the hands of the machines

For so long we have been watched
Plagued by android echoes that mimic our existence
It's inevititable they have learned our true design
Turmoil across the sea and endless sky
Our screams will never reach heaven
Cities aflame and we are the true blame
We create our demise with metal skin

Sever the ties with ourselves, with all we know
This all will cease to exist
A tower of blood cascades above
Omen of death, a sign of the end

We die at the hands of the machines