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
You got it all right
You got a feeling
I'd rather open up my wrist Than let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
There's devils and ropes around your neck
You can't even know
Cuz you can't hear it
When can't hear it
Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more
If you're not blind and deaf, how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong
And I got it all right
I got a feeling
You'd rather open up your wrist than let it go
I got it all right
I got a feeling
There's devils and ropes around my neck I can't even know
Cuz I can't hear it
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