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