11. S[a]tel.[i]te

What will our future be Is there a way for us to make A world beyond this world, With man as machine, built to endure [glitch fill in to beat drop] [upbeat Verse 1] I want the future in my hands Want satellite sleep in my ceiling fan I want a life that keeps on going New skin, new names, new roads still glowing I want more chapters than a single book More years in the mirror, more time to look At every scar like a map I made At every line like the price I paid [instrumental] [intense glitch groove, abrasive bass, echos and glitching delays, background metallic atmosphere washed in reverb] [soft Pre-Chorus] If time keeps calling, let it ring I want the long road, every thing Let my heart stay strange, stay brave Let me build new rooms in the years I save [groovy driving Chorus strummed chords] Satellite chapters, keep me moving Satellite chapters, keep me human One hundred years, then one more page One hundred years, then one more stage Satellite chapters, I keep choosing Satellite chapters, I keep proving When it’s my time, I’ll know the sign When I decide, that ending is mine [syncopated double time glitch Verse 2] I don’t want forever like a locked-up door I want a hundred winters, then a hundred more I want to learn how the old me fades And meet myself again in brighter shades I want birthdays that don’t feel borrowed I want tomorrow to feel less hollow Want to outgrow fear like worn-out shoes And walk through change with nothing to lose [finger picked guitar Pre-Chorus] If time keeps calling, let it ring I want the long road, every thing Let my heart stay strange, stay brave Let me build new rooms in the years I save [filly strummed heavy glitched Chorus] Satellite chapters, keep me moving Satellite chapters, keep me human One hundred years, then one more page One hundred years, then one more stage Satellite chapters, I keep choosing Satellite chapters, I keep proving When it’s my time, I’ll know the sign When I decide, that ending is mine [groovy syncopated glitched math rock screamo Bridge ] I don’t need mercy from the dark I need a clear sky, a steady spark If I go out, let it be my call Not from a fear I never knew at all Let me grow old in a hundred ways Let me outlast my own old days Then when I’m done, I’ll close that door With my own hand, wanting nothing more [Acoustic fade out]