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