The Flatliners - Christ Punchers lyrics

Will someone help him down Take those stakes out And lose the crown Give it up You know that no one here believes you You haven't got a clue How long your tricks will stick around This swimming conclusion, and all your people, now Well, I believe, I believe in reality Yeah, I believe, I believe We're all addicted in the end to vulnerability Sunday bells are ringing out Dress up in your best dependency Don't point your finger at the world's hilarity These stories, they're some imagined bull Are absolutely nothing more Than ink on paper, truth be told Well, I believe, I believe in reality Yeah, I believe, I believe Dear Mother, I am sorry Well, I believe, I believe in reality Yeah, I believe, I believe That this is all just a historical forgery Let's resurrect our faith In the air, we breath And not a man in the sky, oh please This is a celebration Of our belief in reality Life can belief quite simple Why don't you pull up a chair and see Turning water into wine in ancient times Just doesn't do "Holy" to me, I'm sorry I'll waste my time, otherwise, on Sunday