Great satellite, up in the sky,
We see you watching over us.
Imploring our evil natures
And luring demons out of our empty souls.
Ask not for possessions and triumph soon follows.
Wonder only if this 'protection' is worth the oppression.
Rise against the satellite at will,
If you dare be seen by all who wander in the dark
But work 'under the sun.'
And when the sky burns red,
Product of flare and bomb,
Of homes against homes,
Remember that 'protection' was promised,
And oppression was not a price;
Never forget that your 'freedom' wasn't really free.
it came with a hidden fee:
Your life.