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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 got it alright
You got a feeling
I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go
You got it alright
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
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 alright
I got a feeling
You'd rather open up your wrists, let it go
I got it alright, yeah
I got a feeling
'Cause devils and ropes around my neck can't even know
'Cause I can't hear it
Can't hear it
Can't hear it
Can't hear it
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