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
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?