Burning cross in the sky

Hold the sky up in your arms to fill your wants desire,
The priests worship their God for heaven is in their dreams,
A burning sensation creeps up his skin as he's eaten by the fire,
A girl looks at her image through a mirror what lies beneath the seams,

Time has captured the young boy's heart now an elder in a chair,
Exploited more then skin as eyes lurk over the page,
Mother dying in her eyes, no-one can bother to care,
Innocence observed, rotting in their homely cage,

The sky is falling, the weak are dead,
The rain is pouring, the crimson stain,
The suicide note left, "you have now paid for what you've said,"
The ones insain are not the ones in chains,

The life and death in our hearts but something is amiss,
The carrer and life we have chose but what is there to change?
The rapists and the murders are enough to burn a kiss,
Then we stare at the mangled victims and whisper....you are strange.