SUPERSATELLITE

I've read the bible, I've read Dylan
I'm reading people now because it's much more chilling
But I sit on a satellite with the stars made of gold
And there's life through that hallow lens
But I know, I know

Supersatellite

I watch the traffic, I find the seeds
And one man in particular well he's not what he seems
So I can't focus in on the lies in his head
He's convinced that his blood is blue but it's red

Supersatellite

And nothing dazzles me
I am in his dreams
And nothing is shocking
Transparent human being

Supersatellite

On the soul, inside the world
Far better in the eye, inside the mind
Fuck you! I am you, you hear me?
Stop crying, stop crying.

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