ive read the bible, ive read Dylan,
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
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