Too late to think and filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow...maybe you re
In a blanket haze of Ephedrine
I m wondering where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong

You ve got it all right
You ve got a feelin
I d rather open up my wrists - let it go
You ve got it all right
You ve gotta feelin
There s 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
Sabateurinfiltrator and maybe more
If you re not blind and dead
Then how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong

I got it all right
I gotta feelin
You d rather open up your wrists - let it go
I got it all right
Yeah I got a feelin
There s devils and ropes around my neck
Can t even know
Cause I cant hear it
Can t hear it (3x)

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