Satellite
Martin Gore
Now here this my friends,
I´ll never be the same again,
Going to lock myself in a cold black room,
Going to shadow myself in a well of gloom,
I will find a function, operate,
I will be a satellite of hate.
Driving to this point by a chain of events,
Each one pushed me nearer the edge.
Going to send my message through you,
You´ll recieve the signal to.
I will function, operate,
I will be a satellite of hate.
Higher, Higher
Dissillusioned - I was disenchanted,
Forgot the love that had been implanted,
Heard the lies and felt the cold,
It broke my heart and I lost control -
Now I´m a satellite of a free state,
I´m a satellite of hate.