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've got it all right You got a feeling I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go You got it all right You've 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 Saboteur, 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 wrists, 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