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
Fuck you, I am you, you hear me
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