Lyrics Christ Puncher - Fashion Bomb

Christ Puncher

I hear all of the lying again
And sit so still
Listen to the sermons from you
Feeling ill
I need to know that someone is there
But never will
To show me all this pain isn’t real
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher
All the words, held in the palm of your hand
Don’t you know
They’re spoken by the mouth of a man
And it shows
That people like to do what they’re told
Let it go, make up all the rules on your own
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher
The pity faked in the lessons w’re taking
Is falling away through the rules that we’re breaking
Hollow are words that the members are saying
And filling with fear at this world that we’re making…
In nomine patris, et fili, et spiritu sancti… amen
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher
Christ… Christ…Christ Puncher