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 [bad word] you been [bad word] 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? [bad word] 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