Dead Sons

Send me a message on your satellite
Operator operate on me
Collide into oncoming meteorites
Operator operator please

I’m in the junk room waiting for you to take your pill
The phones are ringing constantly prescribe me what you will
I don't care give me what i need
Operator operator please

Because I'm struggling to resist this hole
That you keep forcing me to cross
Your bridge is broken and your signs are facing
Straight towards us

Send me a message on your satellite
Operator give me some relief
You keep on telling me you feel alright
I'm finding that hard to believe

I'm on the steamboat coming to carry you away
Your crutches have been snapped and thrown over the barricade
I don't care give me your disease
Operator operator please

Because I'm struggling to resist this hole
That you keep forcing me to cross
Your bridge is broken and your signs are facing
Straight towards us