If you break these moth wing feelings

Powdering dust on your fingers

We know we're not praying we're kneeling

Hard enough just to say you believe them

Well how the heck did you think you could beat them

At the same time that you're 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 enough just to say you don't mean it

Well, when everybody's willing to listen

Oh satellite, satellite skin

You can say what you want you're forgiven

Well happy fucking congratulations

Well everyone, everyone wins

Just like being in 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

Butterfly knives in the ceiling

Well everyone, everyone's waiting

Detachments get praised and completed

You can say what you want and not mean it

When no one really seems to be waiting

If you sweep up this mess I've created

Nothing's left to show I existed

Except satellite, satellite skin



Asking 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 because satellite skin

Over innocent eyes

I'd like to know these morbid opinions

Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots

Just to tell you how I could not have seen

Through to the gist of those unhappy

Happy accidents