Rolling back towards the continent   instrumental forces die   save excitement for line behavior   signal shifting to enter flight      my back is burning   in the heat of the atmosphere   my engine roars   and the throttle cries   I'm now pulling on my navigation   bringing me down out of the sky      I've seen the face   It seems they've always been here   ten thousand years tonight   copy Houston, request location   signal over...Satellite      The madness creeping   with system failure   the image scatters   and the comlink fades   the red planet below me hungry   the red planet below me waits      (bridge)      (chorus)      (The Satellite Explodes)      Transmission Over.