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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