Burning Satellites

Look at you standing there so selfishly

Dressed to the nine's, you look devine

You plead with people through their television screens

And laugh as bankrupt tears fall from their eyes

How do you sleep at night

You filthy dogs, you sons of men

You will not stand there in the end

And rape the Word of God

To feed your selfish sins

But you can change

There is still time

God help the scales fall from their eyes

And haste the day when we see burning satellites

Your words are death inside a darkened box

But we're poking holes one at a time

And though you tried to fight

Soon everyone will see

When all your wicked games are brought to light

Then all those tears they cried

Will then fall from your eyes

You filthy dogs, you sons of men

You will not stand there in the end

And rape the Word of God

To feed your selfish sins

But you can change

There is still time

God help the scales fall from their eyes

And haste the day when we see burning satellites

I can see them falling, falling down

I can see them falling, burning