If you break these moth wing feelings
Powdery dust on your fingers
Well no, we're not praying' we're kneeling
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well how the heck'd ya think you could beat them
At the same time that you're trying to be them
Hard enough to say you don't need it
When they serve it up, well you will still eat it
Well satellite, and satellite skin
Just to knock just to say you don't visit
Well everybody's willing to listen
'Cept satellite, satellite skin
You can say what you want, you're forgiven
Well happy f*****' congratulations!
Everyone, everyone wins!
Just like being my own solar system
Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
Oh what the use, oh what the hell!!?
If you break these moth wing feelings
b***erfly knifes in the ceilings
Everyone, everyone's waiting!!
Detachment 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
Nothing's left to show I existed
Except satellite, satellite skin
Askin' for a question
Was it easier said than was actually done?
Do you even believe that?
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 orbiting some eyes
A knack to not
That's not their opinions get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
Just to tell you
I could have not seen through to the jist of those unhappy happy accidents
Powdery dust on your fingers
Well no, we're not praying' we're kneeling
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well how the heck'd ya think you could beat them
At the same time that you're trying to be them
Hard enough to say you don't need it
When they serve it up, well you will still eat it
Well satellite, and satellite skin
Just to knock just to say you don't visit
Well everybody's willing to listen
'Cept satellite, satellite skin
You can say what you want, you're forgiven
Well happy f*****' congratulations!
Everyone, everyone wins!
Just like being my own solar system
Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
Oh what the use, oh what the hell!!?
If you break these moth wing feelings
b***erfly knifes in the ceilings
Everyone, everyone's waiting!!
Detachment 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
Nothing's left to show I existed
Except satellite, satellite skin
Askin' for a question
Was it easier said than was actually done?
Do you even believe that?
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 orbiting some eyes
A knack to not
That's not their opinions get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
Just to tell you
I could have not seen through to the jist of those unhappy happy accidents