Satellite - Marsheaux

Now hear this, my friends

I’ll never be the same again

Gonna lock myself in a cold black room

Gonna shadow myself in a veil of gloom

I will function, operate

I will be a satellite of hate

A satellite of hate

Driven to this point by a chain of events

Each one pushed me nearer the edge

Gonna send my message through to you

And you’ll receive the signal too

I will function, operate

I will be a satellite of hate

A satellite of hate

Higher, Higher

Disillusioned, I was disenchanted

Forgot the love that had been implanted

Heard the lies and I felt the cold

It broke my heart and I lost control

Now I’m a satellite of a free state

I’m a satellite of hate

A satellite of hate