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 orion

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 orion

Religious and clean

(Coma White):

All that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold