, There's a tiny voice inside your head, A broadcast constantly repeating, ?Resistance is Futile, Nowhere to go...? Chorus: Every time I try, every time I die, Satellites
for appeasing you And so I found my guiding light Lambent, flashing, red and white Through a starry night, I'm better nowhere bound Than drowning on your solid ground Satellite
orbiting you upside down Floating 'round you like a satellite Once you, were close to me But now it seems eternally I float around you like a satellite, like a satellite
: That you came around AJ: In the starlight All: Now I?m pulled into your gravity Spinning helplessly I?m falling through the night Like a lonely satellite AJ: Like a lonely satellite
What's this joke they call coping You've only got yourself to fear Who wants to be a satellite station Man made and going nowhere Look at yourself and
I?m wandering alone in an open space Looking around for a human trace Along the edge of this satellite Losing the route in this empty sky I?m prey of
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, how will we ever escape? Our lives they violate Big brother hearing what you say, encompassing array There's nowhere anyone
up it?s over again - what we?ve become is a shell of us But we?ve got to keep on trying I?m living in the sky tonight I?m high as a satellite There?
's a journey forget the destination We've engineered our own destruction Emergency, Emergency, 911 America - Land Of No Compassion, It's Never Too Late, Nowhere
might say, for your eyes only I say good times bad times I dunno Just pick up the dice and baby let 'em roll It's the end of the line nowhere to go
call You?re nowhere to be found on the airwaves Couldn?t find you any place upon my screen Bought a satellite, bought a satellite, bought a satellite Satellite
nowhere far enough away from here; the ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same; the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites
sont ecartes Nos trois Rois Acolytes Ont suivi l'satellite Pour chercher l'nouveau-ne Debrouillards () et bien determines Nowhere a quelque part
boredoms in the bathroom shaking out the loose teeth sally's in the stirrups claiming her destiny and nobody nowhere understands anything about me
prejudice and mis-information The beaten generation, the beaten generation Open your eyes, open your imagination We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes And hypnotized by the satellites
'm in outer space on my side of the bed On a floating mattress my eyes stare ahead You don't sleep here anymore. Hovering alarm clock is my satellite
Learn to speak in tongues something That makes sense to you and me I'd like to unplug the phone Sending messages with a mirror Stand on the old plateau With a satellite