POSTHUMAN

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"