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"