Two satellites spin in my mind,

Fear and dread, ever so present.

The shadows dance, I'm the stage,

An endless play in my own dungeon.

Every mistake, an echo, every step, a stumble,

And I ask myself: do I deserve it?

I look up at the sky, but emptiness stares back at me,

The light of Mars far away, but the darkness is clear.

If I am the universe, why do I feel the abyss?

If I am the answer, why do I hear the skepticism?

Spinning, swallowing me up, where will I end up?

Phobos and Deimos, they squeeze me, they burn me,

I try to scream, but the words sink me.

Oh-oh-oh, Phobos and Deimos!

Oh-oh-oh, Phobos and Deimos!

There's a mirror in the craters of my chest,

It reflects a face I never accept.

I am my judge, my executioner, my tormentor,

Screaming alone, but with a thousand voices.

There's a mirror in the craters of my chest,

It reflects a face I never accept.

I am my judge, my executioner, my tormentor,

Screaming alone, but with a thousand voices.

If I'm made of stardust,

Why do I let fear erase me?

Every scar is a constellation,

Every tear is part of my healing

Spinning, swallowing me up, where will I end up?

Phobos and Deimos, they squeeze me, they burn me,

I try to scream, but the words sink me.

Oh-oh-oh, Phobos and Deimos!

Oh-oh-oh, Phobos and Deimos!