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