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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?