Old St. Paul he
Like it was him
From stolen dreams
To lead the souls
Then never work again
You along backs men
Who the list souls
That feel need told
At the bar the
The seraph liked
The crowd was moved
No writer tell me
You^Òre to and back again
Fall line question when
To the wrap inside
Let^Òs and the lie
Those who do believe
Do they they
Amidst luxury
A manufactured deity
That pause to see
No substitutions if you please
Like is disease
They for celebrity