Satellites wax and wane Alternating the same Dark projections of everything under our skies And all that we are Is something to keep The shadows and sun apart from one another Outside we'll all beware Nothing doesn't get old! Some of our fluids will stain The appearance of flesh And the bones will get old, burned and buried alive And nothing we do Can keep us from sleep The sun and the shadows will rapidly decay These things gradually wear you down Falling shadows folding out We are a structureless design Subtle breathing out and in Blemished skin thick and thin