Im reading people now
Because it is much more chilling
I sit on a satellite
With the stars made of gold
Theres life through that hollow lens
I know supersatellite
I watch the traffic,
I find the seeds
Theres one man in particular
Whos not what he seems
I cant focus in
On the lies in his head
Hes convinced that his blood is blue
But its red
Supersatellite
Nothing dazzles me,
I am in his dreams
Nothing is shocking,
Transparent human being