Brief References
I've read the Bible, I've read Dylan, and 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 in this hollow lens
I know supersatellite
I watch the traffic, I find the seeds
One man in particular, well he's not what he seems
So I quick, I can't focus in on the lies in his head
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
Oh, the soul inside the world
Far better than the inside of the mind
Fuck you, I am you
You hear me?
Stop crying