A Rocky fireball
Flying past millions of giants in the sky
A wish upon a star
Shooting through the sweet by and bye
A dream of flood
Swallowing up mountains from peak to valleys trough
A desert of blood
Skin and bones grinding in a land where life can be so tough
A man made god
An intellect with all the evil he had wrought
Our justification for slavery and the iPod
And all the countless wars we have fought
Little Borrowers 