Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe youre in a blanket haze of ephedrine
Im wonderin where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong the rope
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Id 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 cant hear it
Cant hear it
Aint got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more
If youre 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
Youd 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 cant even know
Cause they cant hear it
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