Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe you’re in a blanket haze of ephedrine
I’m wonderin where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong the rope

You got it all right
You got a feeling
I’d rather open up my wrist
Let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes
Around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can’t hear it
Can’t hear it

Ain’t got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more
If you’re not blind and deaf
How can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong the rope

And I got it all right
I got a feeling
You’d rather open up your wrist
Let it go
I got it all right, yeah
I got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes
Around my neck can’t even know
Cause they can’t hear it