Thrice

misguided satellite, i circle by habit, can't find my orbit to save my life
I want to fall, i want to burn like an ignorant craterless meterorite
long ago I was derailed, long ago the mission failed, but in the distance there appears a light
disgruntledarchitect, building a palace, cant make it perfect to Save my life
victimless crime, ride the wrecking ball in, evacuate now while i breathe dynamite
efforts all to no avail, im perfections countervail, im torn into pieces, im made contrite