Posthuman

She's got eyes like zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like kennedy
This isn't god, this isn't god
God is just a statistic,
God is just a statistic
Say,
"show me the dead stars,
All of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean

God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired

She's pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She's a saint like jackie-o

This isn't god, this isn't god
God is just a statistic,
God is just a statistic
Say,
"show me the dead stars,
All of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean

Coma white:
"all that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold"