Satellite

Your enemies are your best friends
Who speak the truth and toxic dance
Around your bed, inside your head
Like to eat you, watch you go through
What they go through, they’re so see through
Sat all night, satellite
I won’t rush you tonight
Telegram, telegraph
I won’t send you till I
You don’t have to impress your friends
It’s down to their devotion at your sad request
Your hide-a-way
Every door is just a way out
To the outside, to your rescue
Sat all night, satellite
I won’t rush you tonight
Telegram, telegraph
I won’t send you till I, alright
I waitin' the morning
You’re finished your story
While you wrestle demons
And take all the glory
Sat all night, satellite
I won’t rush you tonight
Telegram, telegraph
I won’t send you till I, alright