Supersatellite

i`ve read the bible, i`ve read Dylan, <br>i`m reading people now <br>because it is much more chilling <br>i sit on a satellite<br>with the stars made of gold <br>there`s life through that hollow lens <br>i know supersatellite <br>i watch the traffic, <br>i find the seeds <br>there`s one man in particular <br>who`s not what he seems <br>i can`t focus in <br>on the lies in his head <br>he`s convinced that his blood is blue<br>but it`s red <br>supersatellite<br>nothing dazzles me, <br>i am in his dreams <br>nothing is shocking, <br>transparent human being