Shooting Stars Songtext
von Witheren

Shooting stars are dying asteroids
And so many of us burned
To form this display
I hope it looks great
But i can′t help but wonder
Is this really what it was all for?


Does a fine cocktail really taste
Good as plain rice stolen posthaste
From a thousand starving mouths, perhaps?
Does a three-hundred times pay gap
Reflect an hour three hundred times
Harder worked? Is this share revenue
Worth its share in square
Miles of barren earth?

Woah...
Woah...
Oh I can't help but ask...
Are the presents gathered
From slavery past
And torture future
Savoury while they last?


I can′t help...
I can't help...
I can't help but ask
Is the present gathered
From slavery past
And torture future
Savoury while it lasts?