Crüxshadows
Satellite
Rolling back towards the continentInstrumental forces dieSave excitement for line behaviorSignal shifting to enter flightMy back is burningIn the heat of the atmosphereMy engine roarsAnd the throttle criesI'm now pulling on my navigationBringing me down out of the skyI've seen the faceIt seems they've always been hereTen thousand years tonightCopy Houston, request locationSignal over...SatelliteThe madness creepingWith system failureThe image scattersAnd the com link fadesThe red planet below me hungryThe red planet below me waits
From Letras Mania