Supersatellite
I've read the bible, I've dread 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.