Dear Mr. Supercomputer - Sufjan Stevens

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