Posthuman

Shes got eyes like Zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like Kennedy
This isnt god, this isnt 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 cleanGod is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwiredShes pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
Shes a saint like Jackie-O

This isnt god, this isnt 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