Pasted - Eyes Adrift

Old St. Paul he told them all 
Like it was him they hung out to dry 
From stolen dreams are made the means 
To lead the souls who must abide 
Then youll never have to work again 
You glide along the backs of men 
Who add up the witness list of souls 
That want to feel but need to be told 
At the bar the lone star scar 
The seraph liked to hear a song 
The crowd was moved, I disapprove 
No writer tell me hes wrong 
Youre told to leave and not come back again 
Fall in line not question when 
To peel off the shrink wrap pride inside 
Lets cheer and sing to the big lie 

Those who do believe 
Do they know they are deceived 
Amidst the luxury 
A manufactured deity 
That you are pause to see 
No substitutions if you please 
Like starving is disease 
They hunger for celebrity