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."