Supersatellite
Songwriters: Eacrett, C; Lanni, Arnold; Maida, M; Turner, M
Supersatellite
Nothing dazzles me
I am in his dreams
There's life through that hollow lens
But it's red
I sit on a satellite
On the lies in his head
Who's not what he seems
He's convinced that his blood is blue
I know supersatellite
I can't focus in
Because it is much more chilling
There's one man in particular
I watch the traffic
Nothing is shocking
With the stars made of gold
I find the seeds
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