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 like'd 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

Let's 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