Too late to think or filter anymore

The 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 wrong

If you're not blind and deaf

Then 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

Can't hear it, can't hear it, can't hear it