2 acessos
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 and running and running and running around
Turn up the volume so you can hear it
You keep, you keep, 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
What is your problem? Where is your spirit?
You keep and running and running and running around
Turn up the volume so you can hear it
You keep, you keep, you keep pushing it down
You're in it alone
You sink like a stone
My life's been wasted
You feel, you feel, you feel
My life's been wasted
In time you will know
What they would not show
My life's been wasted
You feel, you feel, you 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 them dead before they're hitting the ground
You're in it alone
You sink like a stone
My life's been wasted
You feel, you feel, you feel
My life's been wasted
In time you will know
What they would not show
My life's been wasted
You feel, you feel, you feel
My life's been wasted
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah, nah, now, now
Life