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 cleanGod 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
[chorus repeat]

[Coma white:]
«All that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold.»