Crosses in the sky
With belief, emphasized
Create a force field of light
That wards off invaders
And curious crusaders
All their silver ships
Crashing and burning to bits
Right next to our southern cactus
Crosses in the sky
Now that all faith has died
Create nothing but an off-blue sky
That welcomes all others
With tendrils, who hover
Now, intentions are smudged
Will they ask us to budge
Or turn us into sludge
We kept them out before
But we still took pride in war
Now we’ve woken up
But our eyes are still shut
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp
The missing element
Of a radar that’s bent
Still, a burning cross
Is better than none at all
We can watch it while the grey ones
Swim among the telephone poles
With nothing inside we’re filled up
Like a gumball machine of lies
Brain got bigger but it
Beat our hearts to a pulp