Lyrics The Flatliners

The Flatliners

Christ Punchers

Will someone help him down

Take those stakes out and lose the crown

Give it up, 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

Now point your finger at the world's hilarity

These stories [that's imagined bore?

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 history cum forgery

Let's resurrect our faith

In the air we breathe!

And not a man in the sky oh please...

This is a celebration of our belief in reality

Life can be 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