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
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