Satellites from Substance by Felix Marc

I'm beholding
Dreams of the past days
When we were satellites

I am roaming
These dark horizons
To find some peace of mind

Treat me like a prison wall
You stand and stare you watch me every day
You're trapped inside don't know what lies beyond

Feed me like a choking ball
You open wide and swallow every grain
Alone tonight you're dying for emotional response

Chase me like a racing car
You lag behind your engine is too weak
Switch on your mind and hit the brakes now

Erase me like a parasite
You overpopulate my hemisphere
Beware yourself I'm going for hysterical release

• Dark Wave
• Electronic
• electronica
• electropop
• pop
• synth
• Reutlingen