Well listen up son lend me your ears nownDirect your attention to the overhead screennSee all the faces and places and empty spaces in stasisnThat run and hide the tired record machinenWhat is your problem? Where is your spirit?nWhat is your number baby maybe we'll callnOr likely we'll sit idly bynImpotence of the ear and the eyenTo make a move could be a threat to us allnWhat is your problem? Where is your spirit?nYou keep running aroundnTurn up the volume so you can hear itnYou keep pushing it downnThe money changers are in the TemplenThey skulk and feast upon the deadnAnd now so jaded are the SheeplenThey'll eat whatever they are fednYou're in it alone You sink like a stonenI feel my life's been wastednI feel my life's been wastednIn time you will know what they would not shownI feel my life's been wastednI feel my life's been wastednThe industry's dead my friendnNo place to run No place to hidenScared little maggotnOh you writhe around inside the body the Temple you ruinednYour time is over our time beginsnIn time your sloth may be forgottennBut we're still paying for your sins of the father nEternal burdennIt's what we're lugging and chugging and carrying aroundnTranscending reason with every word innTo knock 'em dead before they're hitting the groundnYou're in it alone You sink like a stonenI feel my life's been wastednI feel my life's been wastednIn time you will know what they would not shownI feel my life's been wastednI feel my life's been wastedn