Satellite Skin

If you break these moth wing feelings

Powdering dust on your fingers

Well now, we're not praying, we're kneeling

Hard enough just to say you believe them

Well how the heck did you think you could beat them?

At the same time that you're trying to be them

Hard enough just to say you don't need it

When they serve it up while you were still eating

Well satellite, satellite skin

Just to know, just to say you don't realize it

Well everyone's willing to listen

Oh, satellite, satellite skin

You can say what you want, you're forgiven

Well happy fucking congratulations

Well everyone, everyone wins

Just like being my own solar system

Doing good things but they totally eclipse them

Oh, what's the use? Oh, what the hell?

If you break these moth wing feelings

Butterfly knives in the ceiling

Well everyone, everyone's waiting

Detachments gets praised and completed

You can say what you want and not mean it

Well, no one really seems to be waiting

If you sweep up this mess I created

Nothing's left to show I existed

Oh, satellite, satellite skin

Asking for a question

Was it easier to say then was actually done?

Do you even believe them?

Do you even believe that there's a race to be won?

If you break these moth wing feelings

I have seen it all become satellite skin

Opening some eyes

A knack to know that it's their opinions

Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots

Just to tell you I could not have seen

Through to the gist of those unhappy, happy accidents