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



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