Close to See the End

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



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