| Song | Pasted |
| Artist | Eyes Adrift |
| Album | Eyes Adrift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |