Satellite

Now hear this my friends,
I’ll never be the same again,
Going to lock myself in a cold black room,
Going to shadow myself in a veil of gloom,
I will function, operate,
I will be a satellite of hate.

Driven to this point by a chain of events,
Each one pushed me nearer the edge.
Going to send my message through to you,
You’ll receive the signal too
I will function, operate,
I will be a satellite of hate.

Higher, Higher

Disillusioned – I was disenchanted,
Forgot the love that had been implanted,
Heard the lies and I felt the cold,
It broke my heart and I lost control-
Now I’m in a satellite of a free state,
I’m a satellite of hate.

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1982 Sonet Records & Publishing Ltd.

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