Lyric Supersatellite

i ve read the bible, i ve read Dylan,
i m reading people now
because it is much more chilling
i sit on a satellite
with the stars made of gold
there s life through that hollow lens

i know supersatellite
i watch the traffic,
i find the seeds

there s one man in particular
who s not what he seems
i can t focus in
on the lies in his head
he s convinced that his blood is blue
but it s red
supersatellite

nothing dazzles me,
i am in his dreams
nothing is shocking,
transparent human being