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)