Shooting Stars

Perfection is the only promised result
Nothing less will ever be accepted
Improvements can be measured
And disguised as changes for the best

All things considered we did our best
To gain control
Sophisticatedly
But short term joy rules it all

Weigh the deals against the wishes
Value the nature of the beast, such apparent necessity

Buy your freedom, sell your soul
To the seemingly highest bidder
Using, growing

Oh, It seems so evolved
Hear me now
There is more to this

Our cause is not so clear and justified
It's rooted in our basic program
Clashing with our modern life
But we don't see, we can't take control

It's time to grow, but there's no time
Inherent failures in our past
Will become our future again
Where does it end?

We are standing on the shoulders of crippled giants
Shooting stars are what we need
And we wish for the best

But it's getting bright in here
It's getting bright in here
Do wishes come true?

It's getting awfully bright in here
It's getting awfully bright in here
We wish too much

It's getting bright here
It's getting bright here
It's coming close

Falling rocks from the sky
Will crash down and make us end