I've read the bible, I've read Dylan,

I'm reading people now

Because it's 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

On the soul inside the world

Far better than the eye inside the mind

**** you, I am you, you hear me

Stop crying, stop crying