Thought Criminal - The Used

I made a deal with the holy ghost

I made a plan to preserve the peace

Before I started I lost my guts

Saw traces of the past destroyed

Always thought I could write it down

Where’d it go, and you read my mind

Make an enemy like a friend that never existed

I let you get to me

I let you get to me

I let the ability to stay collected keep my head

I thought I knew everything

I thought I knew what it meant to me

Turns out I don’t know anything

Just know enough to keep my head

And just play dead

Is the criminal in your thoughts

Like a poppy that blessed the fields

And the price that is on my head

Inflates the cost of smut magazines

Just take a look at what we believe

Selling freedom to slavery

You have us screaming that

War is peace

And strength is ignorance

I let you get to me

I let you get to me

I let the ability to stay collected keep my head

I thought I knew everything

I thought I knew what it meant to me

Turns out I don’t know anything

Just know enough to keep my head

And just play dead

Just play dead

I let you get to me

I let you get to me

I let the ability to stay collected keep my head

I let you get to me

I let you get to me

I let the ability to stay collected keep my head

I thought I knew everything

I thought I knew what it meant to me

Turns out I don’t know anything

Just know enough to keep my head

And just play dead