Satellites - Compact Disk Dummies, Tom Barman

All stand up when they hear me coming

Punks like me just hit the ground running

I’m gonna let you read

The wrong translation

I’m gonna make you speak

No conversation

Scrolling through a web of lies

Eyes twitch morning exercise

Who’s gonna fix the breach alteration

Hidden from the cloud no location

Better start believing

Satellites are gone

Don’t miss that sunset staring at your phone

I wanna turn you on

Just wanna turn you on

In between the midnight reels

Color ads & army deals

It’s only privacy

That might save us

Don’t leave your diary

On the pavement

Better start believing

Satellites are gone

Don’t miss that sunset

Staring at your phone

I wanna turn you on

Just wanna turn you on

Better start believing

Satellites are gone

Waiting on a feeling

Staring at your phone

Let me turn you on

I just wanna turn you on

Flashlight backlight take control

Ten inch camera suck your soul

Backlight blacklight take it all

Double tapping doom patrol

And I’m

Getting some you know that I keep going on

Better start believing

Satellites are gone

Blame it on a feeling

Staring at your phone

‘cause I wanna turn you on

I just wanna turn you on

Better start believing

Satellites are gone

Blame it on a feeling

Staring at your phone

‘cause I wanna turn you on

I just wanna turn you on