Satellites are flying over us and information Is fading in the skies and return like black rain They want to be the masters and I smell in The air something strange bitter and rotten I predict a riot, I predict the end There's no way back again and this is it my friend Satellites are flying over us and information Is fading in the skies and return like black rain Massive impulses collapsing my Feelings streaming to nowhere and nobody listen I think I'm not alone, The signals start to weaken but the flame prevails I will never understand this Satellites are flying over us and information is fading in the Skies and return like black rain that we drink and take slavery