Sky Shooting Stars

Sky Shooting Stars - Enemy Of The Sun

The fiction is that we'll get

Through this mess

That we somehow distress ourselves

Everybody knows

Hope turns to cynicism

Were helpless more and more

Apocalypse

Timer set to

5 minute warning

Running out

Sky shooting stars

Wish before they hit the ground

No speed limits

We'll get there before noon

To shape a nice new moon

No need to fear

No time to feel or regret

Indeed we were mislead

Apocalypse

Timer set to

5 minute warning

Running out

Sky shooting stars

Wish before they hit the ground

Make it right this time

Raining dead poetry

It started raining dead poetry

Raining dead poetry

It started raining dead poetry

Sky shooting stars

Wish before they hit the ground

Sky shooting stars

Wish before they hit the ground