My Sweet Satellite - Promises

Hear me whisper my sister behind the gunfire and shouts of special policemen i Read names in two hundred lists now watch the newslines clanching my fists Their Hypocricy mixed with lies and The streams flow down the screens and they’re Twisting and shutting down minds all Sick, tired and queer... Lay your flower on mine I hear Echoes of our never-answered “why“ Pouring mud is cleansing my face Eyes open wide for newsline’s embrace Water into wine, wine into blood, Cover that screen - the altar of lies