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 Sabateur, infiltrator 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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