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 piety faked in the lessons we'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
