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