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