Wish a wish upon a shooting star
and put it in your pocket
and better days are not that far...
Wait it's not a falling star, it's a nuclear rocket!
Bit by bit, little by little
realty shows, minds so fickle
excuse of normality is enough to grant an acquittal
from the psychiatric hospital, and enter a world made so
brittle
don't look confused this isn't a riddle
you already know the TV's transmittal
signalling that inevitable missile.