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

chorus:
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 more
If you´re not blind and deaf, how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong the rope

chorus:
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