Satellite skin

If you break these moth wing feelings
Powdering dust on your fingers
Well, now we're not praying
We're kneeling

Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well, how the heck did you think you could beat them?
At the same time that you're trying to be them

Hard enough just to say you don't need it
When they serve it up
Well, you'll still eat it
Well, satellite, satellite skin

Just to know, just to say
You don't realize it
Well, everybody's willing to listen
Oh, satellite, satellite skin

You can say what you want
You're forgiven
Well, happy fucking congratulations
Well, everyone, everyone wins

Just like being my own solar system
Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
Oh, what the use
Oh, what the hell

If you break these moth wing feelings
Butterfly knives in the ceiling
Well, everyone, everyone's waiting

Detachments gets praised and completed
You can say what you want and not mean it
Well, no one really seems to be waiting

If you sweep up this mess I've created
Nothing's left to show I existed
Oh, satellite, satellite skin

Asking for a question
Was it easier said than was actually done?
Do you even believe them?
Do you even believe that there's a race to be won?

If you bring these moth wing feelings
I have seen it all become satellite skin
Opening some eyes

A knack to know that it's not their opinions
Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
Just to tell you I could not have seen
Through to the gist of those unhappy, happy accidents