our lady peace
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 On the soul inside the world Far better than the eye inside the mind Fuck you, I am you, you hear me Stop crying, stop crying