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The satellite laughs at the way that the cracks dance around the wall, they blossom, outwards like flowersAnd the dialect takes the blame, for every stumble and fallthe language of eden forgottenIn retrospective, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet irony, let me singIn retrospective, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet irony, let me singSatellite, looking down on me, apathy, empathyNot for us, it's deathly cold, marching in the shadowNot for us, it's deathly cold, marching in the shadow, of our stupidityWe left the tower behindCramped in laughter, fists of tears, doubled over, the million years, it took to build was a blink in their eyes, satellites, gods in disguiseWe wasted utopia in the name of sodomyWe wasted eden in the name of decadenceWe wasted utopia, we wasted edenIn retrospect, we're mocked by fate, oh sweet ironySo what do they think of the shadow we're condemned toA tragedy so profound it just becomes farcicalSo what do they think of the shadow we're condemned toA tragedy so profound it just becomes farcicalNeglected tomes sit atop the throne, barking out words that they can't remember, remember SongtexteSatellite gives us hopeSatellite give me hopeSatellite gives us hopeSatellite, a second chance Aus Songtexte Mania