Letra da Música Satellites de Avenpitch

Mannequins and marionettes
Stiletto heels and silhouettes
Ideas that seemed exciting and new
No longer hold much of a use
Privy minds they wont surrender
To imagination loves sweet splendor
And for everything you think and do
I got my own advice for you

Build it up to watch it fall
Catch the bomb to drop the ball
Act like the worlds greatest pretender
Play the fool so shell surrender
Ideas of love and success
Were all skeletons with hanging flesh
And were holding out for something new
Something beautiful and something true

Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march
Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march

Blackened eyes on television
Leave the choice to indecision
Looking to satellites for an escape
When Jesus wont answer our complaints
Where is hope, where is God
Who is the force that moves us along
And why should we try and what should we care
When were looking for things that are never there

Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march
Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march

And the television in our home
Gives us our dreams, gives us our goals
And shows us all that we can be

And the television is our escape
It gives us hope, it gives us faith
And it tells us all that we need to be

March! March! March!

Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march
Stand up, get up, smile, sit up
Stand up, get up, march, march, march