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 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 serve it up well you will still eat it Well satellite, satellite skin Just to knock just to say you don't visit Well 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 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 gets 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 Oh 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 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 not have seen through to the gist of those unhappy, happy accidents