Depeche Mode

Now here this my friends,

I´ll never be the same again,

Going to lock myself in a cold black room,

Going to shadow myself in a well of gloom,

I will find a function, operate,

I will be a satellite of hate.

Driving to this point by a chain of events,

Each one pushed me nearer the edge.

Going to send my message through you,

You´ll recieve the signal to.

I will function, operate,

I will be a satellite of hate.

Higher, Higher

Dissillusioned - I was disenchanted,

Forgot the love that had been implanted,

Heard the lies and felt the cold,

It broke my heart and I lost control -

Now I´m a satellite of a free state,

I´m a satellite of hate.