coughing one two one two three satellite kids and your robot world you ve got your space suit on yelling fuck everyone you don t have dreams anymore imagination is dead you wear your heart on your sleeve and left your conscience in bed i think we re living in a time of change status updates and cosmic rays and all we ever want are designer things peep the kick game and check the shades i think we re trying to get a man to mars even though teachers can t get paid and everybody wants to be a star i just hope i shine when the sky is gray cus i be looking in the mirror trying to figure out a motive you know money is the goal or not and the more i think about it i d be pretty good without it cus the money made me stress a lot satellite kids in the city where the pretty things rule and the priest don t pray enough trying to get to heaven with the devil in my rear view telling me man we gonna dance or what i m trying to figure out imagination all i ever see is how they killing nations probably putting poison in your medication hiding all the facts to your education but you re too busy trying to keep up with whoever got the latest fashion i ve been wearing nothing but the city on my back and a crown for my hat that s royal passion trying to get these kids to utopia show them how the only way up is to play my sound people say i talk about religion like i m always on a mission just to kill what the church has found satellite kids in the city where the pretty things rule and the priest don t pray enough trying to get to heaven with the devil in my rear view telling me man we gonna dance or what 