Surrounded by a faceless crowd   An operational decline, system closure   Abandoned aerials all around   Scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses   Communication cutting out   The airwaves must be breaking down, intercepted, call disrupted      First step through the door and I've been here once before   Back then in control held tight in my hands   And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side      Dissection starts with just a cut   Another specimen prepared for incision   The surgeon brandished the knife   He whispers, "This won't hurt a bit, maybe a little", it's just procedure      First step through the door and I've been here once before   Back then in control held tight in my hands   And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side   Eyes sunk in my head, hesitation will be death, push back, kick it out      Bring down the satellite   Bring down the satellite   Bring down the satellite   ...