Surrounded by a faceless crowd An operational decline, system closure Abandoned aerials all around Scrambling pictures crackling sounds, failing senses Communication cutting out The airwaves must be breaking down, intercepted, call disrupted
First step through the door and I've been here once before Back then in control held tight in my hands And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side
Dissection starts with just a cut Another specimen prepared for incision The surgeon brandished the knife He whispers, "This won't hurt a bit, maybe a little", it's just procedure
First step through the door and I've been here once before Back then in control held tight in my hands And I threw it all away to glimpse the other side Eyes sunk in my head, hesitation will be death, push back, kick it out
Bring down the satellite Bring down the satellite Bring down the satellite