(Jimmy P. Brown II)  A crime of the mind, it's a terrible thing to waste  A sign of the times when mine is feeling out of place  Could it be that it's me who's a victim of society's plan  New stage - big chance, a wave of the Savior's hand  Words to the wise and the poor of spirit  Words to those whose thoughts are clear  Words to those who have the ears to hear it  Words to the ones drawing near  I walk away when they say that my Lord and my God is dead  When they kneel they reveal that they worship an idea instead  Getting caught in the thoughts of a nation selling lies  We are chained to the game of ignorance epitomized  The mind and the time lie in the embryonic state  To reveal and conceal as we're learning how to love and hate  Laying waste as we taste of the fruit of the poisoned tree  Guiltless lamb come again breaks the chains  And to set us free  A crime of the mind, a terrible thing to waste  Now I know why I'm so helplessly out of place  Sin undone, kingdom come, cause this world is not my home  Cast my lot, food for thought, words of wisdom of a life atoned?