If you break these moth wing feelings Powdering dust on your fingers Well now were not prayin' we're kneelin' Hard enough just to say you believe them Well how the heck did you think you could beat them At the same time that your trying to be them Hard enough just to say you don't need it When they took it up while you were still eating Well satellite, satellite skin Just to know, just to say you don't realize it Well everyone's willing to listen Oh satellite, satellite skin You can say what you want your forgiven Well happy fucking congratulations. Well everyone, everyone wins Just like being my own solar system Doing good things but they totally eclipse them Oh whats the use, oh what the hell If you break these moth wing feelings Butterfly knives in the ceiling Well everyone, everyone's waiting Detachments gets praised and completed You can say what you want and not mean it Well no one really seems to be waiting If you sweep up this mess I created Nothings left to show I existed Oh satellite, satellite skin Asking for a question Was it easier to say then was actually done? Do you even believe them? Do you even believe that there's a race to be won? If you break these moth wing feelings I have seen it all become satellite skin Opening some eyes A knack to know that it's their opinions Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots Just to tell you I could not have seen Through to the gist of those unhappy, Happy accidents.