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