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
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