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