Christ Puncher - Fashion Bomb

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