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"