Sufjan Stevens - Dear Mr. Supercomputer lyrics

Oh my God I can't believe it What went wrong? The human race, in its place Superstition man's religion And conditioned mysteries incomplete And the raven with its haven Gods-in-graven Girls and boys Illinois Springfield with its freak and banter Strike the cantor God is dead, God is dead Oh my God I can't believe it What went wrong? The human race, in its place In religion, superstition Man's conditoined mysterious incomplete (Superman, Old machines Kind as that, Energenes Good as dead, Man-Machines Computer, effigy Sound the horn, make the bed Pull the cord, raise the dead In my car, on this street On this earth, on this feet) Take it for a patient man I caught it Patient is the kind that gets you paid Even if I had, man, I got it Seems I never had it anyway Sometimes it may seem your best intentions Take off with a fever anyway 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 All computers go to heaven If you think you got the vision, Put it in the conversation 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 All computers go to heaven If you think you got the vision, Put it in the conversation I rejoice in what I carry in my heart it overwelms what a man Great Emancipation plans, and public transport, clap your hands, Abraham Oh religion, superstition, Man's conditioned mysteries incomplete Oh the Raven with its haven Gods-in-graven All is dead, all is dead