Now here this my friends, IŽll never be the same again, Going to lock myself in a cold black room, Going to shadow myself in a well of gloom, I will find a function, operate, I will be a satellite of hate.
Driving to this point by a chain of events, Each one pushed me nearer the edge. Going to send my message through you, YouŽll recieve the signal to. I will function, operate, I will be a satellite of hate.
Higher, Higher
Dissillusioned - I was disenchanted, Forgot the love that had been implanted, Heard the lies and felt the cold, It broke my heart and I lost control - Now IŽm a satellite of a free state, IŽm a satellite of hate.
