Burning Satellites

We As Human

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