Supersatellite

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