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 you'll 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 he's wrong you're 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