Satellites

Satellites - Texas In July

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Caught and outdated

Caught and outdated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 will 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