Architects - Angelus Apatrida

What if everything you know is just a made-up truth?

Every word written in history are part of a big black lie

We are not made from Adam’s rib;

there’s no biblical God

No more descendants from the ape, might be something else

Premeditated cradle

And so,

We are

Descendants from the stars

Years of investigation can’t find the words to explain why we are so special

What is the Human Race?

Designed in laboratories light years away from here

Imperfect masterpiece of alien architects

So selfish to say that we’re alone in the space immensity

We’re just an insignificant dot into the infinity

Part of a bigger chain of life, massive master plan

Maybe we are not a coincidence

And someone else put the seed on Earth

Premeditated cradle

And so,

We are

Descendants from the stars

Years of investigation can’t find the words to explain why we are so special

What is the Human Race?

Designed in laboratories light years away from here

Imperfect masterpiece of alien architects

Maybe wrong foundations of modern science

The missing link is right before our eyes

Years of investigation can’t find the words to explain why we are so special

What is the Human Race?

Designed in laboratories light years away from here

Imperfect masterpiece of alien architects