Well listen up son lend me your ears now   Direct your attention to the overhead screen   See all the faces and places and empty spaces in stasis   That run and hide the tired record machine   What is your problem? Where is your spirit?   What is your number baby maybe we'll call   Or likely we'll sit idly by   Impotence of the ear and the eye   To make a move could be a threat to us all   What is your problem? Where is your spirit?   You keep running around   Turn up the volume so you can hear it   You keep pushing it down   The money changers are in the Temple   They skulk and feast upon the dead   And now so jaded are the Sheeple   They'll eat whatever they are fed   You're in it alone You sink like a stone   I feel my life's been wasted   I feel my life's been wasted   In time you will know what they would not show   I feel my life's been wasted   I feel my life's been wasted   The industry's dead my friend   No place to run No place to hide   Scared little maggot   Oh you writhe around inside the body the Temple you ruined   Your time is over our time begins   In time your sloth may be forgotten   But we're still paying for your sins of the father    Eternal burden   It's what we're lugging and chugging and carrying around   Transcending reason with every word in   To knock 'em dead before they're hitting the ground   You're in it alone You sink like a stone   I feel my life's been wasted   I feel my life's been wasted   In time you will know what they would not show   I feel my life's been wasted   I feel my life's been wasted