The satellite laughs at the way that the cracks dance around the wall, they blossom, outwards like flowers
And the dialect takes the blame, for every stumble and fall
the language of eden forgotten
In retrospective, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet irony, let me sing
In retrospective, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet irony, let me sing
Satellite, looking down on me, apathy, empathy
Not for us, it's deathly cold, marching in the shadow
Not for us, it's deathly cold, marching in the shadow, of our stupidity
We left the tower behind
Cramped in laughter, fists of tears, doubled over, the million years, it took to build was a blink in their eyes, satellites, gods in disguise
We wasted utopia in the name of sodomy
We wasted eden in the name of decadence
We wasted utopia, we wasted eden
In retrospect, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet irony
So what do they think of the shadow we're condemned to
A tragedy so profound it just becomes farcical
So what do they think of the shadow we're condemned to
A tragedy so profound it just becomes farcical
Neglected tomes sit atop the throne, barking out words that they can't remember, remember
Satellite gives us hope
Satellite give me hope
Satellite gives us hope
Satellite, a second chance
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