There's a spy in the sky taking photographs of everyonenThere's somebody upstairs looking over, I said it's fucked upnI wonder how much they can see?nDo they know anything about me?nThere's a lot going in in the dark of the new centurynnOh, how can this be?nSpying through and show we're freenWho are they? Who are we?nEveryone's an enemynnSatellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonightnWell, going to hell, now is everything right?nWe're a long way from freedom.nnThe confusion in life, the discrepancy haunting us allnA few have too much and too many have nothing at allnIf we all lived American Dreams, nthere would be nothing left to redeem.nSome were born to be buried alive so that some can be free.nnA star spy in the skynScenes of falling, people dyingnHow I often wonder why nso many suffer in this lifennSatellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonightnWe're going to hell, now is everything right?nWe're a long way from freedom.nFreedomnnFuture is unfolding fast,nso much change nothing can last.nSleeping giant, shadows cast.nWe all feel the weight upon usnUnderneath the deadnAnd oh, the painnnSatellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonightnWe're going to hell, now is everything right?nWe're a long way from freedom.nSatellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonightnWe're going to hell, now is everything right?nWe're a long way from freedom.nFreedom