Satellites

As the waves push forward
And the tide pulls back
We find numbers that never existed
Caught and outdated

Caught and outdated
We fail to know anything
But the truth
Oh, hear we stand geared with heaven's artillery
Here we stand geared with heaven's artillery
Perhaps these aren't stars
But the hearts of our loved ones
As they shined down on us for pure company and comfort
You know that hell is paved with nightmares
I swear it'll keep you guessing

The worthy will work to reach
And the wicked will work to fall
It will be hell on Earth
It will be hell on Earth
Satellites will fall
Cities will perish
Satellites will fall
And the Earth will burn to nothing

Stand before me my insulter
For I have no more fear
Stand before me my insulter
For I have no more fear