Testo Thought Crime

There's no time to sit back, there's no time to relax
and let time just take it's toll
Restricted, Constricted
Restricted Constricted and there's no room to grow
I just can't get out I can't work it out and I'm feeling so alone
You call me a Liar and I'm feeling so tired and I guess I'm on my own
Another thought crime
I just can't make it I don't think I can take it
and my mind is outta control
My thoughts are racing, I've been pacing and pacing,
and these Ideals are illegal
I try to embrace it but I just can't face it
and I'm staring down the road
You're just trying to make and it I hope it's the right way
but now I'm dreaming of home

I guess it's just another thought crime
It just happens, it happens all the time
I don't think I can take it this make it or break it
and I... I'm losing my mind
Dear God, what's going on, have I been wasting all my time?