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