Satellites are flying over us and information is fading in the skies and return like black rain

They want to be the masters and I smell in the air something strange bitter and rotten

I predict a riot, I predict the end

There's no way back again and this is it my friend

Satellites are flying over us and information is fading in the skies and return like black rain

Massive impulses collapsing my feelings streaming to nowhere and nobody listen

I think I'm not alone, the signals start to weaken but the flame prevails

I will never understand this

Satellites are flying over us and information is fading in the skies and return like black rain that we drink and take slavery